Mia Thermopolis Princess Diaries Novels & Stories

" Reading the text, my heart started to race. I'm getting thrilled from hearing the climax of her diary. I glanced through the windows to see the dark midnight skies before fixing my eyes back to the notebook. "One day, Princess Diane from the Empire of Nezerafana, visited our peaceful abode. At first glance, I knew I'd never like her. From the flirty looks she gives my husband while flashing dirty looks at me, to the way she seductively touches his arm as if tempting him to bed. This type of person is not new to me, however, what irritates me most is how Emperor George lets her do as she pleases. It was as if he became enchanted with her spell.

I accidently told her what I learned about her mother's power in Magic spell class. " I sneaked into your room and found Victoria's diary. I showed it to my mom and found out that you are still alive. I tore some of the pages from her diary so you won't read it all and there will be no choice for you to remember about your true life. I thought I could kill you in the games before someone knows you are the princess," Cassie explained like she did nothing wrong. " Which is never going to happen again. My daughter is the princess and she's going to have her coronation in a few days. Iam going to expose the truth about both of you," Peter said as angry flashed in his eyes.

Maeve let out. “What? Charlotte? Come on.” Camden let out in a puzzle, he knew one of the trio, Charlotte, had a crush on him and as beautiful as she was with glowing brown skin and her hair flying as she walked by, he doesn’t like her back. “Oh, please.” Valerie rolled her eyes as the trio walked in to get what they wanted. Getting what they’d planned on getting Maeve turned and accidentally spilled her Diet Coke on Diana, Diana is the most beautiful in the group and she was also a senior, won prom queen over four different times. Maeve gasped when she realized what had happened.

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

My voice cracks. I fold my arms tightly across my chest. “I checked social media already. His name is King Adrian Athenora. Married. To some princess from another royal line. And me? I’m… nobody. A poor girl who works shifts to survive.” Mia’s excitement slows, settling into something calmer… sharper. She drops back onto the couch as if an idea just snapped into place inside her head. Her expression shifts from overjoyed friend to calculating genius in half a second. “What now?” I ask cautiously.

Eyes hooded with blatant desire, the princess stepped closer towards the girl, taking her entirely unprepared for what was about to happen as she placed her hands either side of her waist and leaned closer, meeting her eyes once before their lips touched as well, moving into a slow and heated dance. Madeleine quietly mewled against Meoni’s mouth as she could feel Emerick’s palm cup one breast whilst his lips left a trail of kisses over her neck and shoulder, making her tremble with that need to be filled down there, her thighs rubbing together as she searched for any kind of friction. Breaking the kiss, she watched as the princess’ fingers trailed over her skin until they reached that certai