Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

She had always wanted the freedom to do as she pleased but now that she had it she was clueless as to where to start. -Friendship Jake went inside the fast food place for the tenth time to fetch yet another milkshake. The Prince loved martial arts and had been practising for his presentation in order toreceive his Trigger Sword. To make sure he could practise for days on end he made sure to use the last thing that had fed his body before his death. The last few hundred years he had been keeping him strong, healthy and immortal on chocolate milkshake. The last one he ordered was a peppermint milkshake; it was her

Elaine said, making Princess stare at her. “ But didn’t you ground me from eating ice cream?” she asked. “That was ice cream. I am saying milkshake. If you don’t want to, then I will just send someone to tell him to eat it,” Elaine said, threatening the little girl. “Okay, okay. I am leaving. Uncle, see you soon. However, I hope the next time I will see your girlfriend,” Princess said as she ran away, but the man was left speechless. “Why do you seem speechless when you are the one who told her about dating girls? So, of course, in her mind, she knows you have to be dating a girl also,” Elaine said.

I’m happy now—with them, with Lory, and with the people in our town. “Nanay! I want milk po. Do we still have milk?” asked my one and only princess, Zebediah Ursula. I laughed before turning to her. She stood by the door, pouting, holding a glass. I glanced at my three little princes—busy with their own tasks: watering, digging, and cutting flowers with small scissors. I stood up, brushed off the dirt from my skirt, and walked toward her. I bent slightly and combed through her long, curly hair, which she got from me. Her innocent blue eyes looked up at mine. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

"Even if the food sucks I still love it here. So thank you!" Spencer smiles. "You're welcome baby. Only the best for my princess." Since when did he start calling me princess and why do I like it so much. The waitress appears holding two sweet teas and a milkshake that's almost as big as she is. "Here you guys go." She says setting the drinks and milkshake on the table. "The milkshake is from Grandma B she said to bring it to the lovely couple in the coupe booth." She says winking at us and my eyes widen.

It is a sign. "Really. What's wrong with you, Crown Princess?" Asked the Queen with a worried face as if she cared. Not like Fuschia doesn’t know that the Queen was irritated. 'Madame Bellrose and the Queen's other ladies-in-waiting. They were the ones who burned my tongue with hot iron in prison by the order of the Queen even when I didn't do anything wrong! They also the one who gave my baby rotten milk, how dare they!' Fuschia curses them hard internally.

Shasha , Lilian ,Elina , Winnie , Ailee , Delisha and Leilei walk in a group with princess Belinda in the hypermall accompany by Vera and her assistant. Well lucky for them Shasha who always like to talk and Lilian who often agree with her liften the group . Princess Belinda like how Shasha talk with her like she talk to Elina and her friends while she like Delisha for her matured preference maybe because their age a bit similar . For her these young women lives in a luxury life but still humble and had a good manners . She can see by the brand of their clothes that they wear , the handbags they bring and the way they choose the clothes they like .

But they sat there, real and solid, and nothing collapsed when I said them. I even believed them. A little. Mariah slid onto the bench and crossed her legs, still watching me. “Princesses have it made, you know.” I snorted, dabbing carefully under my eye in case my mascara smudged. “Yeah? How so?” “Think about it,” she said. “They have people at their beck and call. Stylist on demand. Hair and makeup squad. Someone to tailor every dress. If I had a chef to cook all my food and a trainer who worked me out every day, I’d feel and look like a princess too.”

“That’s white milk.” I didn’t even bother turning my head. “You’re remarkably observant this morning.” “I don’t want white milk.” “Sure.” She marched two steps forward, her free hand going to her tiny hip. “I want pink milk.” I poured batter into the waffle iron. It hissed softly on contact. “What’s available this morning is white milk.” “That is not princess milk,” she’s already getting louder. “That is boring milk.” “Drink it with your eyes closed.”