Modern Day Princess Novels & Stories

- Are we there yet? - Yes... Get out. Without asking for help, Kaya got out of the car and when the car started, she stood there watching it drive away... That's when she realized how much her life would change... Princess overnight... Even if it was only for 3 months... As a child, she wanted to be a princess: to wear beautiful dresses, have maids and wear a crown. However, she had had a reality opposite to this little girl's dream... Today, her dream was about to come true. She was going to live in a palace and marry a sultan... She hoped he wasn't old and disgusting or young and fat. As for the fact that she might have to sleep with him, Kaya preferred not to think about it... She was goi

If only she would acknowledge those feelings like her body told me to. “After you, princess,” I said as I was holding out her door before I was offering my hand to her. Kelly was looking at me before she was taking my hand. “Thank you,” she said as she was smiling widely at me. I smiled at her because I never saw her smile at me. Because I know why. We’re in public and she had an image to uphold. The Swedish Princess, the successor to the throne. Princess Kellisa Nilsson of Sweden.

“I need a bath” “at your service my princess”,the maid said and hurried to prepare her bath. Meet Dianne princess of Mesopotamia daughter to king Maximilian11 and the apple of his eyes, a girl who always has everything shoes silvers gold jewelries dresses. One thing about is that she is not the sort of prim or even proper infact she is the exact opposite. Sexy as hell with her fiery red hair her gleaming green eyes infact she’s the exact opposite of a typical princess we know I mean she’s not the type to cry over a torn dress or a swollen ankle but she definitely loses it if her dress is not embroidered with jewels I’ll say she’s the living Nefertiti an Egyptian goddess on Earth .

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

Bridget had been attending an event at Eldorra’s New York consulate, as was required of the Princess of Eldorra. That’s right. She was an honest-to-God, real-life princess, second in line to the throne of a small but wealthy European country. She looked the part, too. With her golden hair, deep blue eyes, and elegant bone structure, she could’ve passed for a young Grace Kelly. I hadn’t known who Bridget was when she, Jules, Stella, and I found ourselves assigned to the same suite freshman year. Besides, I would’ve expected a freakin’ princess to have a private room.

she explained Marcus’s brows furrowed, “Your late father? I thought John owned the company,” he said, confused. John had boasted several times to Marcus about being the owner. “No, he doesn’t,” Sophia replied, her tone polite but firm. She then shifted her focus back to the governor, her smile returning. “S.M is a company that caters to luxury items for celebrities, sir. We’d love to have you as a client.” The governor turned to her, about to speak, when Marcus interrupted again.

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.

Taking the star of it all on a date. Princess had gone through some really difficult times this week. From the lawsuit to the backlash from the public to her mom leaving which I didn't know why, to the Sabrina drama that lowkey hasn't ended, but we don't talk about it often, to many other things she's bottled up. I can say this was very much needed. I didn't waste any time before rounding up everything and going out to the garage to pick a car. Earlier today, Zay had gone out with the Ferrari for his cute surprise for Gold at work; so that was off the list. I could say today was all about our women.

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.

"She's so beautiful." Many who had settled back down stood up to watch, pushing towards the gate. Their claws clenching through the fence as their eyes gleamed with excitement and astonishment. When the Princess reached Jake, she lifted her hand to meet his. Jake took her hand and kissed it before he gently brought her over towards him. Turning towards the crowd, Jake said, "this friend, I hope you have seen it yourself. This is Princess Dohana, the future Queen of Andorra standing next to the Future King."