Pampered Little Princess Novels & Stories

That she’d taken the care to wash and tame her hair and put on her favourite russet-coloured jacket. Just because the Prince never looked at her in the way he looked at other women it didn’t mean she was immune to a little masculine attention from time to time, did it? She gave the doctor a quick smile. ‘No, Doctor. I’m Pamela Marrygold. The Prince’s assistant.’

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

The crib stood in the far corner, carved with the Blackmist wolf sigil, its wood darkened with age. She moved toward it, slow, reverent. Ran a hand along the edge. Her mother had rocked her here. Once. Before titles. Before politics. Before she was a pawn on someone else’s board. She stared down at the empty cradle and thought of the life blooming in her belly. So small. So invisible. But hers. She bent forward, pressed her lips to the carved wood. And whispered, “You will never be used the way I was.” A promise.

" One of the kids asked. She looks cute in her pink dress, and her hair is tied into two pigtails. She looks like she is only six years old. "Sorry, Aniya, I got sick, so I haven't visited for a long time. But don't worry, starting today, I come every day, and I want to introduce someone to all of you kids." He stood up and wrapped one arm around my shoulder, and all the children's eyes were focused on me instantly. "Children, this is Princess Calla, and she is my mate," Amir said, smiling. "Wow! She is very pretty, Prince Amir." A boy not older than four said, and the other kids nodded their heads.

As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act. Luna Luxe, the Spoiled Princess, was real and her Daddy was waiting to collect his royalty.

he said, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “The only man who has the right to call you princess is me. Only me, Cassandra.” I swallowed hard. “It’s just a nickname. It doesn’t mean anything.” Derek leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching mine. “Then why did you blush? Why did you sound happy when he asked to come over?” I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

I give him the biggest smile I can give… which is a small smile. A knock allowed me to look away from Wade. Trey’s light brown head pokes through the double doors, my heart gave a small flutter thinking about the kiss that morning. “Princess, Wade, I was wondering if you fancied a movie night tonight? I can get everything sorted while you… go do whatever you were going to do.” He smiles sheepishly.