Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

" I told the boy. I didn't still understand, then I heard my name. "J, J" It was Prince calling me. "What is going on? How did she faint? What is happening sef?" i asked him. Prince just held my arms. "See, I don't know whether it was accidentally or on purpose but Mary spilled milk on jasmine." Milk! On Jasmine! My breath quickened I freed myself and walked angrily to the class. I looked for Mary but she wasn't there, luckily for me, i saw her minion Jackie.

There was nothing to hate about her. The other witches in her coven were initially against the idea of secretly increasing her natural beauty with the help of tentacle milk. The fluid was rare, and many of their regular customers demanded it. They did not have enough supply to go around selling tentacle milk as a regular item, but Wanda insisted on giving it to Queenie. The witches despaired at the grand high witch’s decision to give pearls to a swine but seeing the result now, those short-sighted witches could only swallow their complaints. London was the only human employee working with the company who wasn’t under any spell. The grand high witch treated her very well, almost like a pamper

’ 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.’

After a while when the room was completely , the white witch spoke in a cold voice , " Witches and Wizards the day has arrived .The day we waited for years . Tonight is special more than any other night . Tonight exactly when the other day stars the curse is about to be broken . The moon princess will posses her powers , her power are a threat to the whole world . But our coven is proud to make sure she doesn't learn to use them , she won't until she reaches the place she belongs to , the moon . This month when the full moon rises and is coloured with the red colour of blood and the moo princess's powers are on its peak , our coven will do the honour to kill the moon princess and save all th

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

I chuckled, my voice trembling, “I’m not a fan of those kinds of jokes. Why do you call yourselves sluts?” They burst into laughter once more, as if I had uttered something completely unfamiliar and odd. I lifted my eyebrows and gazed at the girl called Princess. She joined in the laughter as well. As she glanced my way, she playfully covered her smile with her hand. “That’s simply our essence and our mission.” She gathered the money and approached the crying girl, who was sitting beside her. She ran her fingers through her hair. “We please men for cash. We perform for them, we strip, and at times, we give them what they want and pursue their desires. We turn their fantasy into reality, and

his smile was force and Fredrick wished he’d stop. “It’s settled then” the elderly woman announced. She stared at space for a while. The princess looked at her questioningly. Young girls, dressed in pale pink, came from behind the hall’s curtains, serving them drinks. The girls had chains to their legs and hands. The smallest girl served the Princess, she tarried long admiring the princess’s delicate face. When she met her gaze, she looked away. “I suppose your maidens are at the least educated?” the princess spoke for the first time. There was melody in her every word.

Just because. The cruelty Jack showed her made her the most miserable princess ever. Talking about princesses, Didn’t Mielle tell her once about a man who was calling her ‘princess’ too? Apparently, it is quite common to call girls that. Mielle got bored. She didn't see Flora in two days and she was missing her. It's right that Flora is an introverted girl, but she adds a lot of joy and fun to the place. Her clients are missing her as well. Earlier an old lady visited the coffee shop and after taking her latte, she asked about Flora:

The lord of hell snapped, growling as he took a threatening step towards her; his stance seeming almost predatory. The princess repeated her long sigh, carefully reaching out to take the small glass of orange juice from Michael as her shoulders sagged in defeat; knowing that as usual they were giving her no choice. She sipped the juice slowly, the cold liquid soothing as it slid down her throat. Testing her stomach, she continued to drink the fresh orange, pleased when nothing happened. After a few moments, Elika placed the juice back onto the tray, hesitantly picking up the bowl of porridge. She gagged instantly, her stomach wrenching painfully as the bland porridge slid down her throat. Th

I asked, concerned when he left. “You should be more worried about yourself princess” My smile faltered. Princess. I almost forgot about him. Almost. In the next two minutes, our table was filled with three ice-cream milkshakes, a slice of apple pie, chocolate pie, cheese and onion pie, pecan pie, two slices of nutella brownies, large mayo fires, a jumbo cheese burger, three stuffed cheese sticks, three jam heart tarts, lemon tarts and chocolate heart tarts with a bowl full of Caesar salad and one Turkey on Rye.