Milk Princess Novels & Stories

My throat arched as I cursed. Mario scratched the back of his head and stammered, "You see, Princess, for security. We have reasons to believe you're in affiliation with the Devil of New York and have abandoned your family to serve his syndicate My brows furrowed, " The Devil of New York? " That was when I remembered the therapist I met at Mia's party called Mr. Pompous same. My mouth closed in realization and Mario noticed. "That's right. He is the one who owns this land. I'm in no position to tell you this. Mr. Yuturo should call soon and you both will have a nice cool chat as family. For now, the restrain on you stays, Princess"

she says making me laugh, those are her demands, well that’s easy to get. “I’ll make you coffee, we can order doughnuts, the million dollars isn’t that hard, I’ll send them to your account by the end of the night. My name is Devil Princess” I answer her demands, they aren’t that hard after all. “Can we get Dunkin Donuts? And I’ll take my million in hugs, and no Devil isn’t your name” she says.

She hated milk. Sarah sighed at her tantrums. She doesn't know why her daughter hated milk so much. Only Christian could willingly let her drink milk. "Aren't you daddy's little obedient girl?" Sarah asked, crouching down next to her daughter. Christie nodded her head at her mother's words. "Dada, pwincess." "En, dada's princess. Then do you know that princesses always drink milk? Christie should drink milk to be a princess." Sarah was patient with her words. But just as her father, Christie was equally stubborn.

’ They sat her on the edge of her desk grinning like Cheshire cats, ‘You have earned the nickname of Mafia Princess because little half breed you are half Mafia and half Duchess, so we both think it is a very appropriate name and we will be using it too.’

“Bella you’re going to make me miss you.” “Good! I want you to never forget me.” “I will never forget you, ever!” groaned Crown Prince. He lifted her face from his d*ck and had her lean back into the bed. He took off her dress and started to suckle on her nipples. Bella let out loud gasps of pleasure. “Your breasts are bigger now.” Bella nodded. “Yes.” “Have you milk yet?” “No,” said Bella, shaking her head. “Not yet.” Crown Prince said, “Well, I’m going to suck on them like baby will.”

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”

Napapangiwi pa ako nang makita ang pangalan ng mokong na iyon. Cinderella:Blueberry muffins and strawberry shortcake. With two milktea. "Seryoso ba siya?" mahinang bulalas ko matapos basahin iyon. Mamumulubi ako sa lalaking to at– "Blueberry muffins and strawberry shortcake. With two milktea." pagbasa ni Manager Anne sa message na kaagad ko namang inilayo. Tumawa ito kaya sinamaan ko siya ng tingin.

There were also three kinds of milk-skimmed, two percent, soy milk, and chocolate milk. We made our way with the full cart to pay as Claire chatted away about the importance of keeping a secret identity, using an old show about a high-school pop star living a double life as an example. We had sat her down and talked with her earlier about pretending that I was her dad. So, her relating our situation to the kids' show was brilliant.

He was in no big goddamn rush to head back out into the cold. Mirrie brought Claire her drink now, and Griff spotted what looked like whipped cream and cinnamon and quite possibly chocolate sprinkles on top of it, and he almost rolled his eyes and huffed. Of course Claire Worthington was a whipped-cream-on-premium-flavored-coffee-with-all-the-trimmings kind of girl… no plain, cheap black java for her. Only the best for Princess Claire. Only the fanciest and the priciest. Always and forever.

“Let’s ask them, Kierra—let’s ask them how a woman who slept her way into the Novair mansion managed to find her halo!” People began to turn their heads. Conversations quieted. My pulse quickened. "S-Selene, don't..." Selene’s grin widened as she saw she was gaining an audience. “Oh yes,” she sang, “doctors, businessmen, ladies and gentlemen—meet Kierra Evans. Eboncorp’s fallen princess! Novair’s ex-lover! And now our new doctor—what a lovely upgrade, why don't we clap for her?" I trembled. A part of me wanted to scream. To hit her. To throw every plate of hors d’oeuvres in the room at her stupid, smug face.