My Princess House Corner Novels & Stories

I was getting hungry too. After serving the three princesses with the cookies, just like before, their orders came one after another. "Aveline, pick me some flowers," Princess Octavia said. "Aveline, get me some romantic books from the library," Princess Meliora said. "Aveline, comb my hair," Princess Viviana said. "Aveline" "Aveline" "Aveline" I AM very exhausted as I sit on the edge of my bed. It made a creak sound. I wiped the sweat off my face with an old rag. It's torn and very thin.

Although Bridgette had a separate room in the BB mansion and the theme in her room was pink. All the princesses were drawn on the walls and the cot was decorated with a baby pink ner curtains, surrounded by it. The dollhouses were placed on the corners, making a complete girly room. But Billina kept her in her room. Billina was sitting on a sofa chair, her face calm, a glass of wine in front of her. She was lost in deep thoughts until a ring of the phone interrupted her, "Yes?" she spoke calmly and after a minute of listening she nodded and declined the line.

She rolled all over the floor, tears pouring from her crocodile eyes as she clutched her broken arm with the other hand. I picked myself up and went to get Christian from his crib before going to get security. As soon as I opened the door two men were rushing to my bedroom. "Your Highness, we heard screaming." "Princess Naomi tried to attack me." "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" "I'm fine. She's inside the bedroom." They rushed in and their eyes popped with surprise when they saw the state I'd left her in. Regardless of her pain, they handled her out of the room and out of the palace.

She couldn't really say what she had seen, but it made her feel uneasy. The next morning, the palace felt heavy with quiet worry. The news that Princess Isla was gone spread like a cold wind through the hallways that echoed. Her room, which used to be a safe place with soft cloth and light, now showed something strange had happened – the strong frame of the door was broken and pulled apart, and the heavy wooden door was lying sideways on the floor. People whispered quietly, looking scared. The guards didn't know how a princess, locked safely in her room, could just disappear.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

He didn’t know the Othman’s house laws, so he needed to be careful. He waited until the footsteps faded before returning to the point where he could see the princess. She was now seated before the dressing mirror, wearing a peach-coloured silk night robe while her maid brushed her hair for the night. After a while, she looks ready, and the maid sets the brush down in front of the dressing mirror before leaving the room. Princess Xoe rose from her seat before the mirror with her arms wrapped around herself. She seemed rather quiet, and Ace wished he could reach out to her and spend some time with her. He couldn’t, and he knew why.

It is a dimly lit room that has the scent of books and coffee aroma lingering in the air. At one corner, there's a flame flickering to a rhythm. There at the table, I see Princess Zoey, with books surrounding her. She doesn't see nor hear us. So I walk toward her. "Princess," I call her. Her attention shifts to me. She looks tired. "It feels like forever since I saw you." she smiles. "Yeah... It feels like forever." I repeat her words and smile back. She pulls a chair next to her and pats it. I get the hint and sit there, looking at her and the paperwork and books.

Inside was not exactly a prison, but it wasn’t comfortable either. The room was small and empty, the metal walls covered with strange carved symbols and special runes designed to suppress magic. The air was dry and still, as if it were meant to suffocate whoever was there. On a low bench against the wall sat the princess. She looked smaller than usual. Her dark hair was tied back loosely, and her skin looked pale under the soft yellow light of a single wall lamp. She didn’t look up when they entered. King Malakor stepped into the room first; his presence filled the space immediately.

And now, I was back at Kacey's house in arms with her. I then looked left and right, looking for clues. Where was this cross-bred princess room? My arms hurt even more from the weight of carrying Kacey. I should be carrying her piggyback. That was how unlucky it is to be a prince who is still an amateur. In front of me, there was a place that I think is a family place because there were sofa chairs, tables with stacks of magazines, televisions, audio systems, and so on. Then, on the left and right, there were corridors. I looked at each hallway, and there was a door in the middle. One of them must be Kacey's room. But which one? Let me pay attention again.

When Ina stopped walking , they looked ahead and saw a big door with golden decorations next to a black door with white gold decorations and black diamonds . " This....... " said Kiara . " It's the crown prince's room . The one with the white door is the crown princess's room . I can't wait to settle the room for your , lady Kiara . " said Ina with an excited tone . ' .....The more I want to run away from this guy the more we get closer . Is this even logical ? ' thought Kiara with a gloomy expression .