Modern Day Princess Novels & Stories

’ [Well, well, my patience has paid off, I knew he would bring you to me eventually. Alcina stared at the man who had walked out of the stable, he was not Italian or Russian, ‘Prince Khalid, I am surprised to see you under such constrained circumstances.’ She spoke in English, the last time she had seen him was at a ball she had gone to during her time back in England when she had been introduced to him with her mother's title, Duchess. Only it wasn’t her Mother's title any more, when she had turned eighteen it had become her title, and when she had turned twenty all the other titles had come to her too. Not only was she a Duchess, her other titles included Countess and Baroness but her high

He wondered if he was becoming more advanced in years that he was making others annoyed with his words. Colene clicked her tongue, muttering, "Why is the princess putting on a show here? It's the modern era. Plus, she's not a princess from the Regency era. Why is she giving a reward?" "Don't say that, Colene." Miley tugged at Colene's arm. With a gentle gaze, she smiled and said, "Princess Yuliana is the only daughter to His Royal Highness and Her Royal Highness. It's no surprise that they brought her up with lots of love and care.

"Hey Princess I know you had fun last night and I know I'll see you again soon." I just rolled my eyes. He can be pretty full of it sometimes and I understand why . He's gorgeous. He has electric blue eyes and black curly hair. Let's not forget that he dated me the richest girl at school. I wasn't really popular though. I was quiet and only really talked to people if they passed my vibe check. I'm still like that.

“Do not force yourself, Miss Clara. You will only hurt yourself further more. Sleep and we shall talk later about your state.” Princess Scarlette is the youngest among all the King and Queen’s children. The first was Prince Maxwell, Prince Caspian and Prince Benedict. She was the youngest at the age of fifteen. Princess Scarlette was the least popular out of all the children and siblings for she was the least to inherit the throne and also probably because she was a woman. Even though she is not a close heir, she was a gossip for her exceptional beauty and grace. Apart from that, those are all I know.

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.”

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming? The Alpha rested on his throne seat very well. "Oh…I see! There is nothing wrong with it." He said and Princess Lahore smiled triumphantly, thinking of the men she was going to seduce just by merely walking out in those. "What is it we wanted to talk about dad?" Princess Faricenda spoke up, shifting on her feet uncomfortably, thinking about the gifts she hasn't unwrapped yet - Princess Faricenda is the baby of the palace and last female child, mothered as the only chi

But, he didn’t say anything and just continued to listen to Yris speaking. “The princess grew beautifully, and she is expected to be the heir to the throne.” Yris continued. “But, when she came of age, she was given a trial just like the previous kings and queens. Her father, the king, doesn’t want her to undergo the trial and just directly appoint her as his heir. But, she herself insisted.” He said. Raine’s brows raised in surprise. He thought that the princess would be a squeamish one being raised pampered in a castle. It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched.

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.