Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

We continued on, taking a train ride in a western town, stopping for lunch, and taking in a creepy trip through It’s A Small World before walking around toward the Haunted Mansion. A shop window caught my eye before we got to our next destination, and I pulled us in. It was filled with little girls dressed up as princesses with their hair and makeup done while wearing frilly dresses. Lila’s brow scrunched as she looked around. “What are we doing in here?” I read over the signs around the register. They talked about different princess packages. “I think you should be a princess.” “What?” I grinned. “Don’t you want to dress up? Be a princess for a day? I’ll be your faithful man-servant, Cristo

Miles said whispering silently in her ear. The air he blew in her ear made her shiver. The little shiver he gave her made her bite her lip and look down to the floor. There is no use fighting her. True, fighting her was like throwing milk into a river and she didn’t want to waste milk. She liked milk too much. “You are right princess.”

well, let's see what game this organizer is trying to play here. What can I say, I love playing dangerous games! Yay!! "Your highness?" she called again. "I'll go with the milk" I said and reached for the glass of milk. She smiled at me. I was expecting she'd leave immediately I choose the milk but she didn't, rather she nodded at the milk, urging me to drink up. "You want to watch me finish it?" I asked. "Yes, it's a great honor to see the queen of all supernatural creatures and I wanted to do something special for you that you'd never forget.. "

She knew that they were an essential part of the pack's success, and she was grateful for their dedication and hard work. As sonia finished her cleaning duties and prepared to leave the princess's apartment, Princess Milly couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and inspiration. She knew that the maidens were not just servants, but warriors in their own right, and she felt privileged to be a part of such a strong and resilient pack.

She told the little girl, sticking her tongue out to tease Robert. They all entered as the four adults exchanged greetings with kisses on the cheeks and handshakes. Robert informed them, “We brought some wine and of course, chocolate milk for the princess.” They cheered as he brought out the beverages and Anastasia flashily swooped in to get the carton of milk. But not before Darren beat her to it. “What did we say, Ana?” The kid pouted and turned her head away from him. Still, she reluctantly answered, “We will dwink it a dwinner.”

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess" My eyes almost popped out of its socket and I found myself stammering, "What? No... No...No.. That's Impossible... The Di Marco Princess is dead" How is Sofia, the Di Marco Princess? She is ordinary, loving, fragile, and doesn't even give any royalty vibe. The Di Marco Princess was a figure that is believed to be on a par with the Tree if she is alive. She is seen as a goddess of war... A myth that would bring chaos to the Mafia system if around...