Pampered Little Princess Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, she picked up her drink and toasted to a night of fun, leaving behind the image of Biden and all the drama that came with him. Underneath the dimmed lights of the luxurious hotel, Priscilla and Evanna, like a pair of playful kittens, huddled together, whispering and giggling at their shared fantasies about Biden Hali. Priscilla's eyes twinkled like the evening stars as she gushed about his commanding height and charming demeanor.

My parent’s and his Knight would not approve of us being out of our room so late at night. "I don't want a party. They are all about being a doll and I don’t get to have any fun." My small child voice replies. I hate parties. Everyone invited wans to fawn over me or my parents. If they can’t get to me, they visit my cousin and she adores the attention as a Princess. She is third in line for the Throne if something happens to me and my parents.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

Cayla proceeded to hug Valarie then she immediately saw Aubrey who was busy playing with her nails and looking down at her feet the whole time. She took a closer look at her then she gasped and this made Aubrey look up and stared at her. “Is this Princess Aubrey? She asked “Yes, she is,” Gretchen and Valarie said in unison then looked at each other and smiled. “Welcome home Princess Aubrey,” Cayla said, “Thank you,” Aubrey said. “Gretchen can I see you for a few minutes and Valarie I’m sure you know your way around please show the Princess to her chambers,” said Cayla.

The bodyguard named Yuri smiled faintly and crouched to put Little Sarah down, “You may come down now, Little Princess.” “Alright!” Little Sarah smiled and jumped off Yuri, and not forgetting to pat Yuri on the shoulder. “You’re so tall! Can I sit on you again in the future?” Yuri nodded straightforwardly, “Of course, Little Princess.” Hearing Yuri calling her “Little Princess” each time he ended his sentences, the girl who was standing in front of him frowned, “Little Princess?” “Whose child is this? Why do you keep calling her Little Princess?” “She’s mine.”

"My little princess." He spun around to Lily and enveloped her in his arms, holding her high and slowly spinning as pink petals drizzled around them. “Raspberry’s a girl,” he said again, burying his face into her neck. “She’s going to be so loved.” “You already bought her tiaras,” Lily sniffled, laughing and crying at the same time. “I’ll buy a castle next.” They didn't notice when the harpist shifted to playing Isn't She Lovely. Or when Helena released the pink glitter cannon into the sky and coated the emcee in sparkle. Or when Brenna yelled, "Nana Supreme wins! I want my prize in chocolate!"

In fact, she gave them a quick and haughty look, as if reminding them, I’m a princess, and I know it. After all, this attitude was signature Callahan Attitude that they had in their genes. The door to Damien’s office opened, and he looked up, as his heart immediately warmed at the sight before him. Standing there was his beautiful wife, Anastasia, and beside her, an even more beautiful little girl. Destiny was dressed in a fluffy white frock that spun around with every move she made and she completely looked like a little princess. Her white ballerina shoes were the perfect touch to her dress and her hair were falling softly with a cute bow hairpin which made her look even more adorable.

Now the little girls tears had dried and wiped her nose with her sleeve as any child would then gave me a large Bright smile. "Wow, stank you it's all gone now, it feels much bwetter." I grinned back at her contagious smile, then helped her to her feet . "What is your name darling?" I asked genuinely as I dusted some of the snow of her fluffy brown dress. "Mwy name iths Amoretta. Your the pwrincess aren't you's? He tiny voice and improper words tugged at my heart, she couldn't have been more than three. "Well Amoretta, that is a very beautiful name and I am truly sorry for knocking you down. Say how did you know I was the princess?"

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

When the office door opens, the little girl looks at Vanessa. “Yes?” Vanessa creased her brows and asked, “Who are you, little lady?” The little girl frowned and threw the pen on the desk, “I am not a little lady!” Vanessa chuckled, “Yeah, sure.” “Excuse me,” said the little girl. “What? Who are you?” Vanessa was almost losing her patience. She did not want to deal with this little brat right now. “I am Amity, my papa’s princess,” the little girl said pushing her hair behind her shoulder.