No Place For The Fake Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Terrible, they are very happy and wish the princess to complete this alliance by being able to get pregnant from this mysterious prince for them. After the trumpet was sounded, the prince stood upright, signaling the end of the race to finally free the princess from his iron grip. Did he really catch her? Did he really catch her? Was he cheating? No, if he was cheating, everyone would have noticed it, so how then? How did he suddenly appear in front of her out of nowhere? Who is this person? What is an ordinary person? Sure, no. So what is this thing here?

“Bianca isn’t the real princess?” “Nope.” I leaned on my crutch. “She’s been lying to all of us for months. She’s an imposter.” All eyes turned toward me. Slowly, as if moving in a haze, Bianca turned around. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red. “How could you say such a thing, Liora?” she breathed. Her voice quavered, but I knew it was all an act. Just like everything else was with her. “Of course I’m the princess. I think I know my own title.”

They all murmured their condolences, offering half-hearted sympathy that he basked in. “Thank you all very much,” John said, his voice trembling with fake emotion. He dabbed at the corners of his dry eyes with a neatly folded tissue, pretending to stifle sobs. His act was almost convincing—almost. “Shouldn’t you be at home mourning your wife?” Melinda, a sharp-eyed woman in her late 30s, asked. She was the only remaining supporter of the Martins family. Folding her arms, she tilted her head, her tone cutting through the fake sadness in the room.

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

My parents gave me a kiss on my forehead before hurrying out of the chambers. After my parents left, the maids took turns in dressing me up. I was told I needed to go to the elders meeting and present myself. They are keen on not accepting a stranger as the princess of the kingdom. “ Why are they against it?" I asked Harriett. “ That's because many girls had been brought to the palace but they were all fake," she replied. “ Fake?" “ Yes. They also look like the queen and they also passed the DNA test but they always fail the last test," she whispered, looking around.

The food was delicious. “ We can't go out. Now I will get bored. What can a beautiful princess do when she can't go out.” Kavya kept a hand underneath her chin and stood there as if in deep thought. I picked her up and twirled her. She started giggling. “ The princess can watch Hannah Montana,” I suggested. “ You won't get mad da. So sorry chachu.” She slapped her forehead. "Princess we will watch with you," I suggested.

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

The last one is full… blah blah blah, I hate Valeria, blah blah blah… Entry Two: The night of the mate festival… I’m going to be a princess! A prince asked me to be his mate. Well… a bastard prince, but it’s a start. I told him not to mark me yet, insisting we should court properly, but that’s only a ruse. My real plan is to meet his brothers—the legitimate princes. One of them will be easy enough to charm, and then I’ll secure a higher seat as princess. At least, that’s what Mother says. And the funniest part of the night is that Valeria got rejected!

I went digging through my countless memories before I stood up and approached the soldiers and announced my royal title: Second Crowned Princess Callisto Aaliyah of the kingdom of Ceres. One soldier walked up to me and told me to prove it, but I can’t prove who I am, and I told him so. He then told me I was under arrest for impersonating a royal/noble, and Nathaniel and George tried to step in. I told them to stay back and argued I was the princess. He claimed, “Someone as shabby and dirty as you could never be anyone’s princess.” I, angered at his statement, told him to show me the respect that I deserved.

another girl chimed in. “I can’t believe she is sharing the same last name as our Prince. She acts all high and mighty just because she has the Rosenhall last name but, she’s just a fake! She’s a fake princess!” the first girl shouted while the others laughed. I waited until the girls left and I was sure that no one else was in the toilet before exiting my cubicle. Lunchtimes are the worst, I thought, as I threw away whatever was left of my food. Today, as almost always, I ate in the toilet all alone and listened to many girls badmouth my mother and me. It was a common subject that they never tire of. Soon, I was referred to as the ‘Fake Princess.’