Pampered Little Princess Novels & Stories

The question hung over the table. Camille looked up from her plate, caught completely off guard. Before she could answer, Pierce leaned back in his chair and pointed at her. “This,” he declared, “is a princess.” Leo’s eye widened immediately. “A real princess?” “Of course.” Ford dragged a hand down his face. “Oh God.” Pierce ignored him. “She lives in a magical kingdom far away. Huge castle. Hundreds of servants. Gold everywhere.” Leo was completely invested now.

“Did you sleep well? He asked and I nodded. “I crave for my morning kiss” he started kissing my rims. We kissed each other like we were craving ourselves for a long time. “I want to suck them baby,” he pleaded for permission and I smiled. “Princess.. you are beautiful,” he responded, opening the buttons of my shirt. “So pink…like cherry,” he murmured, licking my hardened nipples. “Ohhh…,” I said, arching my back, giving him more of me. “Princess, you don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” He said switching the nipple.

The pampered little princess who is no doubt a chip off of the old block. All of the rumors that he has heard about her was that she was a prissy, stuck up snob. That she does not socialize with anyone because she feels that everyone else is beneath her. She also dresses so pretentiously that it is sickening. Last night she was sitting at a bistro and she was dressed to the hilt. Even through his alcohol altered haze, he could recognize how ridiculous it was. She dresed as if she thought she was the queen of England.

“And you’re such a slut, why would you care? You regularly show everything you’ve got at those society functions Bruce takes you to. What difference does it make?” When Diana just stood there, Pam took out a tiny Swiss Army knife and began cutting away her mother’s clothing. When she was stark naked, she was revealed to be a beautiful woman. Her skin was unblemished and pale; obviously unlike her daughters, she avoided the sun. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed. Pam reached out and pulled first one nipple and then the other, letting each rebound like a rubber band. Then she found a roll of Mylar tape and taped Diana’s wrists together and led her out the door. Betsy and Jack Canfiel

What he valued the most was her. Zackary then said, "Thirsty? There's nothing to say to an ungrateful girl like her. It's only you that care about me. You are my little princess. No matter if it's you, or the puppy you raise, I will give you all the best." The lovely scene in front of me made my already trembling heart sting more and more, like a big hand choking my neck making it hard to breathe. I didn't want to see the two of them being intimate. I dodged Zackary's hesitant outstretched hand, burying that unspeakable sourness and jealousy in the bottom of my heart.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

Dante looked like a little swooning puppy when she released him. “And my Mummy is a Princess!” Eliza declared. “Yes, she is a Princess,” Kimmy agreed. “Kimmy, do you want to be a Princess, too?” Eliza questioned. “Absolutely, Eliza!” Kimmy said. “You can come hang out in my princess room,” Eliza decreed. “Morgan, too.” “We can have princess sleepovers!” Morgan announced. “Can Biscuit be our prince?” “Yes,” Eliza squealed with glee.

And I was that person. Princess would not stop winking at me and whispering to me, "Stop talking." I ignored all of her warnings and did the opposite, watching her tense up for my sake. "Well, Bambi, they order things, and we do the shopping for them. If they want to eat, they are given food. If they want new makeup, jewelry, shoes, or clothing, they order it and we deliver it to them. You girls are my exclusive employees; you work and play here. No one is permitted to go out there, and if caught…”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.