No More Mister Nice Guy Swan Princess Novels & Stories

"I'm a princess! I don't have to." "Princesses have to be clean. It's in the handbook." "What's a handbook?" Misty began walking down the hall, carrying the squirming bundle of little girl. "It's like the Princess Rulebook. Elsa and Anna are always clean, aren't they?" Maddie screwed up her face in thought, and Misty prayed she hadn't misremembered the movie. "Yeah,' Maddie admitted slowly. "Don't you want to be a princess like Elsa?" Maddie shrieked a fresh giggle. "I wanna be a reindeer like Sven!"

Tabitha said with no emotion, looking at the two ladies. All the men looked at Blake. She gave the power to the boyfriend to take revenge. How terrifying was that to Mr. Coney and Dean? Big Sal only smirked and kept his head down. What could a mere assistant do to him without a powerful backer? Just as he was thinking this, the doors of the BMW business opened, and an elegant lady walked into the room. It was non-other than the Princess of Swanville, Miss. Dynasty Syrum. Her bodyguards lined up on her side like a princess entering her domain.

Funny his squibble manage to put a smile on my face. *Hello Missy* *You kept your Prince charming waiting* *Princesses are suppose to be the one waiting in a dark tower* he sent 3 messages instantly, someone is missing me, I sniffed a laugh. *Sorry* I reply as I feel unmotivated to chat, I guess am not healed like I thought. *Sorry?*

We take the glass of mango juice and say cheers before gulping it down our system. There is a knock on the door and we steady ourselves to appear as decent women. The princess walks in with a large smile although her eyes express grief. 'I hope that was of your preference, young ladies' says Mr. Daniel. 'Indeed, it was. Thank you princess for the wholesome meal' I say and Jessica tried to curtsy. 'Oh, sweet Jessica. You don't have to curtsy' says the princess with a giggle and Mr. Daniel has a compressed laugh.

After few minutes we reached my home and I got down. “Stella!” he called me. I bent forward and saw him through the car window. “You are royal. Classy.” Hearing him again my lips curved up with smile. Looking at me his lips curved up with a smirk. He continued telling “Oh Stella! I’m sorry I lied to you. I consider myself as a prince and you are going to be my girlfriend. So prince’s girlfriend is princess.” He laughed. My expression changed hearing him. I let out a sigh and shouted “You are not a prince. You are an idiot."

’ thought Ira happily and focused her attention towards the pale guys. “She is not even changed yet. Why are you guys giving her so much importance! It looks like our king is all about looks and beauty” said the brown haired guy in tuxedo laughing and everyone else joined him except for Percy, who was glaring at him like a lion about to hunt him down. “If you say another word against Ms. Swan, I will have to punish you before Your Highness King Adino will do it himself!” said Percy in a sharp cold tone and everyone on the trouble stopped laughing immediately.

Just to be sure, Joan immediately made a research about the king of EastHill and it's rulers, he saw - an old man who should be in his seventies, as the king and his look alike handsome prince who was indeed, Nolan Travis. "Joan, have you confirmed?" Amy can easily guess what her personal assistant was doing on her phone. Joan stood and showed the screen of the phone to Amy, Amy checked and confirmed that indeed, the strange man was the prince of EastHill. It's no wonder he looked hot. Irvin collected the phone from Amy and confirmed. "Nice to meet you, Prince Nolan Travis," Irvin said. Amy said the same words and Joan also repeated the same words. "Nice to meet you all and thanks for saving

Gabriel hissed as Nick gently blew on his nipples, then Millie had another thought, "Mr Henderson, you may write 'Mistress' across Mr Swann's chest, it may remind him who is in charge this evening." "Mistress, may I paint his cock now?" Nick was trying not to grin. Millie scowled "Mr Henderson, are you grinning?" "No Mistress," he said, clamping his teeth together. Millie raised her brow, "I'm not sure I believe you, I think you should swap places with Mr Swann. Now." They changed places in an instant, "You have a reprieve, Mr Swann, don't mess it up. Take the brush and paint on Mr Henderson, 'I will obey my Mistress.' and then you can paint his cock."

“Alex slapped me at the mall. Apparently, someone recorded it, and now the video’s viral. Everyone I know has probably seen it, and everyone I don’t know, too.” Sally’s eyes widened, and in a split second, she transformed from a curious friend to an avenging warrior. “That sorry excuse of a human! And that’s just for starters,” she snapped, her voice dripping with disgust. “Who does he think he is? And don’t get me started on his so-called ‘perfect’ mistress. What’s her name again? Ugh, Lily! Honestly, they’re both delusional if they think they can do this to you without consequences.”

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.