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.

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?”

Meryl glanced up at me, a small smile on her face. “Oh, it’s turmeric with milk and honey,” she explained, holding up the golden paste she’d just made. “What’s it for?” I tilted my head, genuinely curious. The maids froze for a moment, exchanging confused glances before whispering to one another. It was obvious they’d done this countless times with Aria before and now they were probably wondering why I didn’t already know. “Don’t worry, ladies,” Meryl said with a reassuring smile as she stepped forward. “Our princess is suffering from a slight memory loss due to the fall. She’ll recover in a few days,” she explained, glancing back at me to make sure I was following.

Michelle angry at the fact that both of them were referring to her princess as a slave or property blurted out saying, “She is neither a slave, nor a property. She is the royal princess of the Southern Isles and heir apparent to throne and she is my princess as I am her personal maid, so I demand to see her this instant.” Immediately Cassidy’s eyes snapped over to Michelle and back at Dan before realizing the plain truth. “Oh I see. This isn’t an official visit. It is a favor. The prince doesn’t know that you are here, don’t you? you are disobeying a direct order of the prince to not allow anyone see his slave without a permit from him, and yet here you are, assisting her. what could you pos

~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

"MangoVodkaTea. what in the bisexual brunch is this?" Sou leaned her elbow on the bar, chewing gum. “Vodka with mango flavor. Served in a tea cup.” I stared at her. “Tea. Cup?” She grinned. “We’re classy like that.” “That's not classy. That’s—chaos disguised as elegance.” “Exactly,” she said, winked, and then went back to sweeping. I kept at it. Memorizing. Lining up. Tasting nothing, but letting the names melt on my tongue like old songs.

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”