My Princess House Corner Mga Nobela at Kwento

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU ALPHA BEN "THE PRINCESS IS YOUR MATE," Vince shouts, and I growl loudly. "Shut up," I order, and he thumps down in one of my office chairs. "I haven't told Chelsea," I disclose in a low voice. "Ben, this is the kings' daughter we are talking about. Do you realize what you have done by parading a chosen mate in front of her," Vince says before gripping his own hair like he is the one stressed out.

I don't comb my hair I just wash and dry but combing isn't really my thing "Wow"I smiled at my reflection in the mirror I look amazingly beautiful but isn't this too extra ordinary for an high school girl?. "Princess Lisa your attention is needed in the dinning room"a maid walk in and bow. "This way my princess"Amba said and I roll my eye as I stand up adjusted my skirt and I was led out of my room. There is literally nothing private in this house for sure. "I will advise you on something immediately you get to the dinner room you have to bow and greet the king"

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Another picture showed them at the beach, Chloe covered in sand and beaming with joy. Pushing the emotions aside, I reached Chloe's room. The door was ajar, revealing a room designed for a young princess. The walls were painted a soft, calming pink, the color accented with playful details like swirling cream clouds and shimmering gold stars. A plush pink rug adorned the floor, littered with colorful stuffed animals, their familiar shapes bringing a smile to my lips. A miniature tea set sat on the floor, abandoned mid-play, next to a collection of picture books with titles like "My Magical Unicorn" and "The Littlest Mermaid."

I shot her a glance from the corner of my eye. "Only trash like you would think that pathetic dump is worth anything." Karen's face twisted in rage. She grabbed my arm. "Say that again!" "I'll say it a million times. You're trash! Now let go!" As we struggled, there was a loud crash from above. A giant chandelier detached from the ceiling and came crashing down on us. Karen's scream pierced my ears. In that instant, Macro dashed under the falling light and yanked Karen into his arms. I saw the pure panic and desperation in his eyes, right before a blinding pain consumed me.

- Your parents are waiting for you for the little show on Thursday evening. The little Thursday night show? - And where does this little show take place? She asked hoping the young servant didn't find her suspicious. - In the parlor, Princess. As per usual. - Yes... Sorry I have a bad memory these days. I am very stressed with the news of my marriage. - I understand you, Majesty. She replied kindly. - Well... I'm coming. She went to the bathroom and washed her face before going down... After a more than wonderful sight, she was finally able to go back up to her room to sleep...

It was her favorite place to be because here she could forget her past, all the loud noises of the outer world, and all the problems that awaited her outside of those four walls. The book she was reading was one of her favorites and it explained the story of a girl known as the princess of silence and included a poem that told her life story. ~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive

He whispered, sending chills down my body. “Eat baby,” he said, eating his dinner with an evil grin on his face. “I know what you are doing when no one’s home.” “What..” I asked innocently. “Moaning my name, playing with your little fingers inside your silk-tight hole.” He replied and I blushed. “ I guess you seem to know everything,” I said to him. “Princess, your room is just beside mine,” he said opening his room door for me to enter “Every night I hear your moaning,” he replied, licking his lips.

I could hear Cliff’s monotone voice droning on about the children here, recommending the best of the “lot.” The man mumbled something in return. His voice was deeper than Cliff’s, the sound rumbling through the thin walls of the entry way. The word princess slipped through the open door. The two syllables collided like a shock to my body. I coughed out a laugh. Right, I thought, This was the kind of place where princesses were found. Here where men like Cliff enjoyed stomping on the girls they raised, striving to make their bones brittle and their voices small. Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more.