My Fair Princess Novels & Stories

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

She sighs, "It's weird and unfair, alright? The officers didn't take her seriously. She's a royal, yeah, a princess, yeah, but you get it... It's all about class and rank in this world." "God. How bad was it?" I ask, quickly taking out the door's key and walking out with her. I lock the door from outside. "So bad... Whatever Princess said, they had something against it. Her highness was trying to discuss about the shortage of clean water in two districts, but the officers were saying this and that on how it's only a small issue." "What bullshit," I mumble. "Exactly. It was quite a war zone. There wasn't anyone to take her side, but Princess handled it quite well. As usual. She's so great."

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

And It's funny how they tried so hard even though some of them can't even pronounce words properly Holding my laughter, I spoke "Hewwo. Ay awm Pwincess wawaine. Nice to mweet yu all" (Hello. I'm princess Lalaine. Nice to meet you all). "Since the princess already introduced herself, who wants to follow?" The teacher asked cheerfully And a really cute girl raised her hands. She have a short pink hair and a fair skin. "Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld"

It was the time Freya had plucked the pawpaw from the tree and smashed it against a stone. She was busy going at the pawpaw hungrily as they snuck up on her. Before she could realize what was going on, they had surrounded her and fear gripped her. She was scanning the environment, looking for the perfect place to escape when they all bowed in front of her. “My Princess” they saluted and the pawpaw dropped to the floor. What was this sudden homage? What are they talking about? She is a princess?. She blinked several times and slowly stood to her feet. “I think you have gotten the wrong person, I am not the princess, what are you talking about?” she remarked as she slowly moved back when she s

I asked the woman. "Oh, he'll return as promised." She smiled with her swollen lips as I helped her sit up and then leaned her against my chest. "You're the Twilight Princess aren't you? Only the Twilight King has the ability to render another fairy fairy-struck." "You're talking about how fairies can cast an enchantment over humans and make them behave like idiots?" I asked. "Among other things." She nodded. "Any sidhe can work that kind of magic on a human but to cast it on a fellow fairy is impossible for all but King Keir. So, you must be the new princess, his half-human daughter."

“I am A’el, Princess of the Fairies. I don’t remember my fiancé telling me about sheltering refugees. When did you and your fellow creatures arrive?” Creatures? Does she mean to insult us?In any case, I hope her future husband is not from the tribe of those black-eyed humans. “We arrived yesterday by sea in search of a new home,” I say, trying to gain some sympathy from her. Her face betrayed neither her thoughts nor emotions. I pressed on. “We travelled many days and nights, and not all of us were fortunate to see this land, nor this day.” The fairy princess looked at the grave site and with remorse she said, “I am greatly sorry for the loss of your fellow creatures. It wasn’t too long ago

All he needed was the ability to comprehend their words. "The princess has just returned from her trip. Her maid said that she seems grumpy from letting her prey escaped. I pity whoever would have to bear her temper." These words entered his ears when he eavesdropped on a group of female fairies playing near the water. As said so, even though they were 'playing', what they were doing was more like practicing... practicing their knife-throwing skills on a few boars. Unlike what would expect from them, the race was not really peace-loving and it seemed they were only careful and compassionate when dealing with plants. To other species, they viewed them as preys or targets, humans and animals i