My Beautiful Princess Novels & Stories

*** “As you would need such things.” Nina smiles as she throws me the emptied cigarette pack. We were laughing about how the men got out of the uncomfortable situation of talking about beauty cures all night and I just stated that everyone has to look for something that makes them feel beautiful. This earned me laughter and my friend attacking me brutally. “See who is talking.” She points at me while directing her speech to Ron beside me. “You can’t see it much right now, but our royal princess has the most flawless and creamiest skin on the planet. Lucky bitch.”

“Of course. You are the most beautiful princess I’ve ever known.” Dinda felt uncertain about her question. Sebastian, with unwavering confidence, affirmed that Dinda was indeed the most beautiful princess he had ever known. Her smile widened, and Dinda’s self-confidence began to grow. She felt the warmth of her dad’s love, who always saw beauty not just from the outside but also from the heart. This moment further strengthened their bond, reminding Dinda that she was always loved and valued. In the park, Sebastian and Dinda enjoyed their time together. They chatted, joked, and even fed the little birds that dared to come close.

The vampire princess seemed happy in his arms as he whirled her around and brought her back to his chest, moving to the rhythm of the music. The rumours were right, Eleanor hated to admit. The princess was indeed one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever laid eyes upon. And that made Eleanor feel worthless. She was no match for the vampire princess. Her eyes watered. Evie's hard work with the makeup was about to be ruined because of her stupid emotions. But she could not help it.

When she turned, a beautiful young lady in a long red dress appeared, adorned with jewelry, her long straight hair partially tied with a red hairpin. Misan bowed to greet her, intending to kneel, but the lady gestured it was unnecessary. She approached and smiled. The lady was stunningly beautiful. “Do you know that one thing that brightens a home is having many windows? Light enters here, dispelling the darkness of a house with only walls. I am Princess Yneza. What is your name?” the lady asked. Her words were gentle, light, and soothing. The princess was tall and shapely, with fair, smooth skin, brown eyes, and pink cheeks and lips. Her beauty was captivating.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

"Lady Violet is everything alright?" "Just a little emotional right now, Chloe. Look at Amaya." "Amaya, my lady? Oh my goodness, Amaya!" "Does your smile mean what I think it does?" "It means, my lady that your daughter has agreed to be a princess. A queen one day. But most importantly, my wife."

"I can kill you. Right here. So tell me, Princess." "Aww, the pretty boy thinks that it's a threat. Go ahead and kill me. My parents will know that it was you and they will find you and kill you. All of that would have been for nothing so it won't matter. But please, kill me. I'll bring me great peace in my grave when you are."

“ Get your ass up and let's go to the ball before we're too late. “ ... The ball was among the quiet balls in Crusta. There was no conflict between council folks nor town folks. Everyone communicated freely as they were excited to see the princess once again. Some common folks who hadn't seen her were happy to see her for the first time. " The princess is truly a beauty like they say. She doesn't have to make any effort to look beautiful. “ A little girl said as Bellamy walked around. " I wish I could even have ten percent of her beauty." Another girl pouted.

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.