Mi Princesa Letras Novels & Stories

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE. My mother ordered us to arrange ourselves in a straight line as we walked outside the house. She always arranged us in the order of our beauty and as usual, I was the last. My sister Amber stood elegantly at the front. Her beauty knew no bounds. Her pale skin was complemented by her healthy red hair. Her smile was so charming that she could woo any man with it. Amber, Sophia, Melissa, Katrina, Emma, Isabel, Amelia, and I all stood accordingly as we matched outside. I looked unkempt compared to my sister. One could easily tell who the outcast of the family was. It was me.

said Uncle Julius hopelessly. “I was trying to help you Julius,” she said while looking away. “I know Martha,” he said while looking at her. “How can we help my mother and Martha can you explain this shit” I said annoyed and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. “What?” I asked her. “Why are you talking like some street rag you are the prince you are not supposed to talk like that” she said. “I used to be a prince but now I am free, all I want is to save my mother and then I will find my way to go to the future again” I said while crossing my arms.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

" Queen Alice's lips quivered with anger. While Prince Franco's tears are on the teary side, his facial expression is still brave. "If you are right that she is indeed the real princess, with the young lady with us now, you must feel the same way I do that she is not my lost sister." He turned and was ready to leave. "It's good that we can be sure first, Mother, because it turns out that my suspicions were right. The real princess will be hurt in the end because someone else is in her position that she should be in."

"Sir, do you still remember me? I'm Vince's best friend! I even went to Sisilia Island to attend your and Pretty Miss' wedding." "Pretty Miss?" The cold glint in Ambrose's eyes faded away and a smile grew on his face. "Why do you call her Pretty Miss?" "Well …" Luca scratched his head shyly and said, "It's because Pretty Miss is so pretty and young!" Ambrose looked at Luca in approval. He had good taste! Ambrose's perception of Luca instantly improved. Despite being a little chubby, he was actually quite cute. Ambrose casually took out a VIP card and handed it to Luca.

He looks up and I follow his gaze to a beautiful young woman with glistening blonde hair standing before us in simple but clean clothing. "My Prince," she bows less formally than the seneschal but no less deeply. She doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even look my way, her eyes are purely for her lord. "You will address my lady," he replies curtly, irritated, "She is Prima." The girl is unable to hide her shock. "But she is human." "She is Prima," he growls. "Or do you question your prince?" The girl falls to the ground, groveling before us, her forehead hitting the marble with so much force as to make a resounding thunk that echoes in the chamber.