My Beautiful Princess Novels & Stories

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

Wondering who could be Lost to visit her, Sheila opened the door hoping that it was the landlady otherwise she could kiss goodbye to taking a nap. Opening the door, Sheila saw a little girl. Maybe four years looking at her with her doe like eyes. The girl resembled a doll. Her beauty was otherworldly, even as a child, Sheila could tell that this little miss would wreak havoc in the whole of country A with her beauty. She was dressed in a pink Princess dress and her hair was tied into two pigtails adding charm to her already adorable self. " Little girl,are you lost?" Sheila asked after she was done admiring and fawning the little girls beauty.

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Music on* Beautiful – Bazzi & Camila The princess was sitting at the table, eating peacefully, her brown eyes looking down at her plate, alone in the kitchen of the penthouse apartment in the business building, the lights illuminating her body as she looked from time to time towards the window. From the steps leading to the huge helipad above her apartment, Akil descended first, Karila didn't bother to move her gaze to check, not until Lauren descended the steps and her attention from the food was instantly stolen when she focused on noticing his clothes, the way he walked.

I fumbled for the words. "I'm sorry, Sera... I know I failed you. I'll believe you. I promise. Please... just give me one more chance. I swear I'll love you properly this time." She settled back into her beach chair and picked up her juice. Her smile was as radiant as ever, but her eyes were cold. "Tell me," she said, her voice soft. "If this cup were to break, could you ever make it whole again?" She took a slow sip. "I'm happy now. You should go."

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.

was all I could say, as I clung to him tighter than ever. **** “Sis?!! Y-You look… so, so beautiful…” Princess stammered, clearly struggling to hold back her tears. Her eyes shimmered with the weight of unshed emotion. “Hm?! Is that true? You’re not just teasing me, are you?” I joked, trying to lighten the moment. “No! I mean it… you’re so, so beautiful… especially in that dress… it really suits y-you…” She suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and broke down completely.

Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall. I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence. “Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.” “Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.

And before I can find the reason for these sudden sobs from her, she cries out loudly, vocalizing each sob. “Aahanahaa uhuhuhuhuh, you are not letting me kiss you! You don't want me anymore… because? Because you don't love me anymore… because now I am old…right… or am I ugly now?? Or fat–” “Ash! Princess you are neither old, nor ugly or fat. In fact, you are the prettiest woman anyone can ever come across, and just perfect the way you are… there isn't a single percent need for you to ney insecure or doubt yourself–”