Pampered Little Princess Novels & Stories

Bella asks me with her puppy dog eyes. I sat beside her on the bed. Not the puppy dog eyes. "Of course I will," I say as I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Once upon a time, there was this lonely prince. He didn't know what to do so his friends sent him on a date. That was when he met the beautiful and fair princess." Bella softly slept, and I looked over to see her eyes closed. I got up from the bed carefully and bent over to kiss her on her forehead.

"Lady Violet is everything alright?" "Just a little emotional right now, Chloe. Look at Amaya." "Amaya, my lady? Oh my goodness, Amaya!" "Does your smile mean what I think it does?" "It means, my lady that your daughter has agreed to be a princess. A queen one day. But most importantly, my wife."

“The way I think of it, someone has to do that. Someone has to drive the Luna Crystalbelle Moon of Black Rock Pack crazy.” “And you’d be the one to do that gladly?” “Nailed it again, Princess. Max is the perfect son and well, I’m Analita.” “The rebellious princess.” I said, trying to get even with her at being called Princess. Analita grinned. “Well, we all can’t be the pretty in pink princess like you, Amelia, with perfect fairytale looks and everything else.” “There has to be that edgy Princess character, and that would be you, I suppose.”

Zain asked, looking through the contracts she had signed. I turned towards him and slid my hands in my pockets. “No, I didn’t, but it was fun to see her all tousled up, eh?” He shook his head, and his smile broke into a grin when the tiny feet pattered into the room. It was hard to keep my grin at bay seeing the dark curls of little Aya, Princess of Azmia, and the only person who could woo and melt the hearts of everyone in The Golden Palace.

The little Princess was adorable, with her golden curls tied up into two neat little buns. Grace also had a daughter, the First Princess, who was three months older than Tracy's girl. Deborah had a son, the Second Prince, who was only two years old. The Second Prince was endearingly chubby and waddled when he ran, looking like a tiny penguin. Clarissa adored the boy. She held him, showering him with affection for a moment before turning to Adelaide. "Adelaide, come hold him. Get some of this baby energy—maybe the Moon Goddess will grant you a strong cub of your own next year."

A small voice said and she turned to see a little girl of about six summers pulling at her dress, "Are you a princess? Me mum says you're a princess but you ain't wearing no crown?" She was a pretty thing with long brown hair and green eyes so bright they reminded her of a certain green eyed man she didn't want to think of currently. "Yes little one. I am a princess." She smiled waving the girls worried mother away, "Although not a very good one since I forgot to wear my crown." Her little guest giggled and smiled up at her. "What's it like being a princess?" She asked innocently. She pretended to think, placing a hand under her chin.

The_real_prince_charming OH, THERE'S NOTHING LITTLE ABOUT ME, PRINCESS. Chloe_awesome_scott NO, STOP! The_real_prince_charming BUT, IF YOU WANT WE CAN MAKE SOMETHING LITTLE. Chloe_awesome_scott I SAID STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. The_real_prince_charming LIKE LITTLE BABIES Chloe_awesome_scott ... MY DAY HAS NOT EVEN STARTED, AND YOU HAVE ALREADY RUINED IT. THANK YOU, YOUR HIGHNESS.

Prince Then the princess, then - in yet another display of familiarity that makes Regina feel off-kilter, for some reason - waltzes up to Regina, bumping playfully at Mattel’s shoulder as she does so. “Don’t look so horrified, Mattel,” She laughs. “Your little fawn will be safe with me,” She says, grinning, like there is some sort of a joke there. PRINCE Damian snorts. Mattel continues to look at Regina, searching her expression for some sort of indication.

A beautifully crafted vanity table, adorned with gold leaf accents and a stunning mirror, beckons me to indulge in pampering and primping. The room is a treasure trove of delights, with rare toys, precious jewels, and exquisite artwork on display. A lavish closet overflowing with designer dresses, sparkling shoes, and luxurious accessories completes the indulgent atmosphere, fit for a true princess. "Wow", I said in awe. "That's not all, I got you your own personal maid, her name is Alessia and she will be here in five minutes to help you with whatever you need", Papino said in one breath. I gave him a big hug which he returned.

Crystal hissed. “What’s wrong, My Little Princess? “He touched her chin playfully and said, “A little Princess depends on her parents. The Queen depends on herself, and the Princess depends on her husband... From now on, you will be My Little Princess.” Crystal raised her eyebrows. “What if I want to be a Queen?” She asked. “Then you will be My Queen.” “Fine.” Crystal folded her arms across her chest and said, “Call me what you want, just don’t call me late for dinner. I am famished.”