No More Mister Nice Guy Swan Princess Novels & Stories

"There is no such thing as old times when it comes to us. You only see me when you want something. And, stop calling me Xavien!" So much to my disgust, a few hours later, we make our way into town. And of course, Miss Princess needs to go to the fanciest restaurant in town. I feel sick to my stomach when I see all the town's elite sit and drown in their flashy money and their expensive toys. This is a lifestyle that I can and never will find attractive. The only thing attractive about the Winters is Mekayla. And as we are shown to our tables, I can almost swear that I hear her soft voice bubbling underneath the crowd.

" Suddenly Jennifer asks: Do you like dancing? Of course. I exclaim without hesitation. Jennifer stands up and in her heels is taller than me. When I take her to hold her to my hips I feel the tone of her body. Jennifer has a charge of sensuality enclosed in a shell of formality and detachment. I notice that the commander is sitting with his arms crossed, watching us carefully. However, her expression no longer seems serene like that of a moment before the dance. Her face seems to have darkened. The dance comes to an end. Jennifer and I go back to sit down. "Commander, congratulations, dinner is very delicious," says Amy, wiping her lips with a white napkin. "Wow Amy, eat as much as the whol

"Okay, now the big question. Amaya, please tell all." "There is no way I'm going back to Prince William. He doesn't speak French. Prince Louis was funny and charming and great. The only problem was, I couldn't keep his attention. He kept looking off and flirting with other girls. He's also too jealous for me. Like he gets jealous and mad because I danced with other people. Now, if I had to pick right now, it would be Felipe. Best friend to Carlos and Emilio. He looked at me the whole time. Never once did another girl catch his eye. He's from Spain but he speaks fluent French. I hope I see him again. I don't think I can do a prince, mother. I'm sorry." "It's all right, sweetie. At least you f

"You son of a bitch! No, that's too over the top. You bastard! No. I can't be so disrespectful to him!" I heaved a sigh, retrieved my cellphone from my bag and called Gen. No matter how down I was feeling, Gen had the ability to turn that around and put a smile back on my face. I loved that about her. "Hey you," she answered cheerfully. "Hey," I dragged sadly. "Uh oh, what's wrong pumpkin? You sound like you've been crying when you really shouldn't be because you're with a prince— your prince." "He's not my prince, Gen, he's getting married to someone else. A real princess, actually."

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“Sure, she’s a princess but she’s not even your type! I mean, she’s thin. And mouthy. And tiny. I bet she can’t even throw a decent punch.” “Who is this bitch?” Nia gasped. “Hey, I’ve been told I could have been a hand model!” Belle retorted. “And paw model!” Nia interjected. “You’re not his type!” “Why not? Because I can read and write? Oh, and don’t forget my incredible personality.” “Because you’re a filthy mutt.” Sierra growled.

I asked in a whisper. Maurice chuckled. “You want something better?” “I’m fine with it.” I winked. “I think you have one more table to tend before going for a lunch break.” Maurice called out, making me groan. “Alright. Just this one.” I mumbled as I went over to the new customers at the left wing of the restaurant. The smile on my face wiped off when I saw who it was. “Evane?” I whispered, my voice failing me. She sneered as her gaze met mine. “Oh, who else but the praying mantis that thinks itself an eagle?” She mocked.

He said in a low voice, more to himself than to me, but it still got me all giddy. “You're that Russian lost princess, aren't you? I've not seen you before. Where have you been? Rumors don't do your beauty Justice.” So he knew me. He said I'm beautiful! “Around?” I said, tired of the boring question. “I see. Well, princess. This game is a dangerous game, and I don't see you winning it at all, so why bother?” Asshole. The butterflies in my stomach immediately screeched to a halt. I clicked my teeth.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

Tristan, Hayden, and Conrad came along with him. Sakura grinned nervously as they surrounded her, their eyes taking in her polished look in appreciation. “Hey, guys,” she said in greeting. Conrad said, “Wow! You look like a princess.” Tristan nodded. “A very posh and innocent princess I just want to mess with.” Hayden slapped Tristan on the shoulder. “Mind your words, stupid brother. She’s a princess today, so treat her like one.” Tristan chuckled. “Sorry, darling princess sis,” he said.