No Place For The Fake Princess Novels & Stories

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

Well, I grew up as a princess so I can't help it. I didn't showed my unsatisfied expression to the store owner as a courtesy and pretended to be looking around while being impressed even though in truth I am not. While Blythe are looking for the designs of the dress, I didn't do anything but to look at what she's doing. She's cheerful and is enjoying it

“No one is drawing the line here and she didn’t even look like the princess, so it’s not our fault “ Prince Biha waved them off and returned his tents, what if she was the princess?

shouted the coachman angrily, having stood in front of Princess Wang. “You’re not Mr. Lim! You’re not the palace coachman! Where’s Mr. Lim! Where is he!” stuttered Princess Wang due to her own fear and uneasiness. The coachman began to smile horribly and terrifyingly. “He’s not here anymore of course…” said the fake coachman, still smiling horribly with his remarkably relaxed fashion. “What have you done to Mr. Lim!” shouted Princess Wang stepping backwards and backwards. “I’ve killed him actually… Had I not killed him, I couldn’t have brought you here, Beautiful Princess… Hahaha…” The fake coachman was heard cackling terribly horrifyingly.

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.’ --To be continued...

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

she murmured in disbelief, “No fucking way…Nigel brought her home. She said she was an orphan and had nowhere else to go…Nigel! NIGEL! What the hell is going on here?!” Nigel was shivering behind the long table. He stuck his head out when he heard about Angel’s question and answered from the distance in a whisper: “I—It’s true…Turns out Regina faked her identity before. She is really a princess…” “No—NO!” Angel’s voice grew louder. She glared at me, and I looked back at her with calm gaze. “Are you saying that she is a noble—just like me?” she shirked, “I don’t believe it!”

I replied in a low tone. “Oh, come on, don’t let him affect you. The day is quite pretty today, you can do a lot of pretty things ahead. You can’t let him ruin that for you. A pretty princess like you does not deserve to be bothered by someone irrelevant, okay?” I smiled again. Though my day is already ruined, it doesn’t mean he’s not right. “You are really getting used to calling me ‘princess’, huh”?! Did you know that I picked people who are allowed to call me by that nickname?”

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.