Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

I got my favorite chippy, Merk got a soft drink. "Hey idiots buy yours!" "You hate Trixie." I said. Is he like that when it comes to food, picky? It's like he's going to use it all up, there's so much. "What Trixie! Call me princess because I'm a princess!" Well, not wow. Princess where? princess of gluttons? "So, we should be called prince, then you are our princess." Merk promised. "Nope. You're my disciples and not princes, you're like my nannies bwahaha--ohoo tutangina water is a soft drink." I laughed when he choked.

“Bella you’re going to make me miss you.” “Good! I want you to never forget me.” “I will never forget you, ever!” groaned Crown Prince. He lifted her face from his d*ck and had her lean back into the bed. He took off her dress and started to suckle on her nipples. Bella let out loud gasps of pleasure. “Your breasts are bigger now.” Bella nodded. “Yes.” “Have you milk yet?” “No,” said Bella, shaking her head. “Not yet.” Crown Prince said, “Well, I’m going to suck on them like baby will.”

Evari said and few mistresses laughed which made the mistress mortified. "There is no way we can stop that !" Delilah objected, "There is no way we can stop you caring about your nonsensical beauty standard and starving the Crown Prince some nutrients ?" Evari replied so curtly and almost immediately, leaving Delilah shocked. "Did you just say the Crown prince is deprived of milk ?" Maidservant Lady Mira questioned, "Ofcourse !" Evari said. "The bill is passed, Henceforth, a mistress is entitled to a gallon of milk in a week, and a Concubine is entitled to two !" Maidservant Lady Mira said.

“Good morning princess.” “I’m not a princess, I'm not five.” “No you’re not.” I looked at her. “Here, I brought you something to eat and drink before we start.” She looked at the porridge and the glass of juice I brought her. “It’s not poisoned. I don’t want to kill you Milly. I just want your help. Once you’ve eaten, we’ll begin again and I promise you can have a shower and get out of these dirty clothes, okay?”

Delilah knew precisely who she was by the insignia on the red cape, the tremor in her voice, and the tension in her posture. “You’re…you’re…Princess Clara." The Alpha King's kingdom was close to Ornxville, and Princess Clara was a regular at many bars in town. So much so there was a cocktail created in her name that only true alcoholics and crazy people could handle. Unlike her siblings, Princess Clara enjoyed slumming it with regular folks and found many ways to embarrass her father's name. She had no care in the world for her title, or at least that's what Delilah thought.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"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.

I sucked in a long sip of my coffee, waiting for him to go on. “They forced her to watch his death, then they raped her, over and over, trying to impregnante her. Andromeda was a white witch though, and knew what to do to ensure she was free of pregnancy, and they kept her in such a terrible state that she constantly miscarried anyway.” He heaved a sigh, and his eyes were sad with regret for what had been done to the woman.

- Flexibility, Kaya... Flexibility. This is not the war you are declaring on the cup! - I don't understand how you can be more flexible than that... Kaya grumbled. - A princess must be gifted with flexibility and infinite softness... Kaya put the cup on the saucer and opened her mouth to speak: - No no no... The saucer and the glass must not make any noise... No tinkling, Kaya... Mirabelle cut her off.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.