My Princess House Corner Novels & Stories

I even considered going out with one girl or another after I heard I was coming to the palace but still I felt like this was not the time or those were not the right girls for me. But despite my resolve to be single, I needed to confess that tonight that conviction of mine was severely shaken by a girl with deep blue eyes and a gentle manner. I was already watching her from afar through the halls, but today at an impromptu party thrown by the servants when the king and queen decided to take a little trip to the countryside, I finally had the opportunity to talk to her for the first time. She had petite features and small stature, and actually looked like a princess, but she was just one of t

That wasn't bad, maybe having female wasn't bad at all. It was then I took my time to take in the room. It was big and beautiful furnished. The floors were tiled and the walls were painted pink, which didn't surprise me, girls were mostly stereotyped to love pink. The three beds layed beside eachother, and the lockers were just opposite. I walked up to the large transparent window by the end of the room, from there, I could see the surroundings downstairs. The view was beautiful but the problem I had was, I couldn't jump out this window. I would probably have to think of another way to go see Noah.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

Looks like i'm gonna have fun after all. Stepping close to him the others stepped back to make way. "Why don't you shut up and climb that ring asshole" i say coldly. He then began to laugh sarcastically then looked at me. He's only a few inch taller than me. "Princess I think you should head back home and braid your dolly and not stay here to fight with a big man." I looked at him dead in the eyes then smirked "why you scared to get your ass kicked by a princess" i ask emphasising the last word. Just like i've expected he turned red in anger and stepped towards me. He was about to throw a punch but I was quick to duck and throw him a punch straight in the face knocking him out instantly.

She closed her eyes. When Remeta and Corna spoke, they were not seeing the visions of the future. There were seeing the visions of the past. Corna spoke. "She said I repulse her, but I will have her. I will have her over and over again. She refused me from the Mines, but I will have her. The former Princess recoils from my touch, thinking herself all high and mighty, and made for the King. but one-day I will be inside her. And I will enjoy that lush body like King does. Like no one else ever has. They formed a plan." He stopped his voice in a monotone.

she continued, letting her fingers linger at the knot she tied at his waist, “there is a new maid in the household.” “Hmm…?” Veyron questioned “A little mouse, Kyline found in the fields. Young, resourceful, and... promising.” The Mistress explained. “She’ll need your approval.” “She’ll go last.” He dismissed, “There is more important business than a shiny, new distraction.” She stepped back. “There are indeed. Things in the dark stir. You feel it. The same way you feel the gate.” Memory flickered across his face so quickly only his Mistress would notice. A sharp ache he quickly smothered. Her smile conveyed the intimacy of shared secrets.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Deamara looked at Aznar, but she did not find sympathy there either - the man could hardly restrain himself from laughing: "Deya, honey... just don't panic," he said softly, raising his hands in a reassuring gesture. -What's happening? the girl exhaled nervously, wrapping herself more tightly in the skin and noticing some strange red and blue stripes on her arms. - What's that? The princess turned around in search of a mirror. She didn't have a chance to look around here yesterday. The room is large, unlike the one in which Deya lived before. The walls are finished with fresh wood, one has a large bed, the other has a massive light chest of drawers, soft carpets with long pile on the floor,

“You’re just saying that.” He cocked an eyebrow and lifted his mug. “Have I ever lied to you, princess?” “No, but you could start now.” He shook his head. “I’m not. Now, enjoy your muffin.” I munched happily, smiling across the table from him and dutifully ate every bite of the rest of the breakfast he ordered from me. His eyes flickered with amusement. “And what are you hoping to get out of this princess?” He asked. “More kisses.”

I cannot put them back on. I didn't have the order to touch the oils, so I leave the bathroom and head back to the opulent bedroom. The Princess sits on the edge of the big bed, legs closed and back straight. She is dressed in white silk robes which makes her look like a stunning goddess, one that is extremely dangerous if upset.