Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

As I sat to wait on the Princessses to arrive, I questioned what the meal was for the evening, and requested wine for the occasion. Princess Crysanthi arrived first, making a face as she noticed the silver dishes placed at rhe table. While she may have been annoyed by it, she chose not to speak on the issue and instead poured herself and our Royal guest a glass of wine. I was surprised when the Wolf Princess arrived for dinner. Wolves were known to be tall and muscular creatures, with their females standing tall and proud like super models, but the Wolf Princess was the complete opposite. She was a tiny and petite thing, though she still stood as proud as the rest.

"Well, if isn't my favorite little lady!" I smile as I sit down at our usual booth. I love how Moon brings happiness to so many people; she is truly a princess. Donna brings her over to our booth and helps her into the seat across from me. "Now, what are you ladies having today?” she asks, not really needing to. Moon orders the same thing every single time. "Pancakes and hot chocolate!" we exclaim at the same time. Donna chuckles as she goes to place our order, quickly returning with mugs.

She grimaced a little and made a bit of a face at his back as he walked away, then turned and caught sight of Nelson who jerked his head at her, letting her know it was time to get ready to be dessert. Mason grinned as Brooke was rolled in on a cart with the other two girls; by far she was the main attraction. The other two girls had whipped cream covering their breasts and pussies, with some cherries stuck on top and a small mound of glazed fruit on their stomachs. Brooke, in comparison, had half a chocolate-covered banana stuck in her pretty pussy, her legs wide open on the cart; there were several lines of chocolate chips going down her stomach to her whipped-cream-covered pussy mound. On

she replied pleasantly. "Oh, I know you would like it. I'm feeling quite parched so let's get a drink nearby. Don't worry, I know just the place for that," the princess said, dragging her away once more. They stopped in front of a building with a signboard that read Gelta Salon. Opening the door, she was presented with the largest gathering of noblewomen that was not a tea party. It resembled a restaurant but it was also vastly different from that because although the tables were filled with snacks, the ladies were more focused on other things.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

She moved desk to desk, placing cups down one by one. “Here you go, Michael. Two sugars, no milk — right?” The man gasped. “My princess… you remembered?” She winked. “I pay attention more than you think.” Another employee stood so quickly his chair toppled behind him. “Princess Ariel, this is too much! You should’ve sent one of us instead!” “Yes,” a woman chimed in, bowing lightly. “Truly, you shouldn’t have troubled yourself. You’re royalty, not a delivery girl.”

Marco said, staring at her like we weren't even there. “Perfect!” Sofia clapped. “It looks so beautiful on Isabella. That’s what the lady of the house should look like!” Marco’s mother nodded in satisfaction. “Marco needs a partner who can help his career. Not some wallflower who just paints her gloomy pictures and can’t even iron a scarf.” My blood ran cold. Who the hell gave them the nerve to write me off the second Marco got a taste of real power? “So,” my voice trembled. “Let me get this straight. On our anniversary, the wife is the maid, and the mistress gets to be the lady of the house, wearing my mother's jewels?”

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

A photo of him sat in front of us while we ruled him off with a red pen. Breaking Francesca’s wings simply means executing all the tough men working with and for her and this won’t stop until we are done with the least person she knows. “Cheers to years of peace and plenty” Maria raised her glass. “Cheers”

So far, besides making snide comments about her birth nation, he behaved himself and she didn't want to do anything that would make him angry. The flap of the tent was thrown open and two servants walked in to place food before them. A jar of rich milk was placed before her together with a strange fancy cup that felt a bit grainy as though it was made of sand. With a raise of his hand, the Saade said. "Eat up, princess, you look very skinny. I like my women with a bit more flesh."