Pampered Little Princess Novels & Stories

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.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

’ [Dear God, you poor little thing, you’re starving. He went back to the counter and purchased two large cookies for her and was rewarded when her pretty little face broke into a huge grin, ‘Sono per me?’ [Are they for me?] Carefully placing the glass of milk she had been drinking back on the table, ‘Sì, mia piccola principessa, ho pensato che, dato che hai due mani, potrebbe piacerti un biscotto per ciascuna di esse.’ [Yes my little Princess, I figured that as you have two hands you might like a cookie for each of the them]

It was her favorite place to be because here she could forget her past, all the loud noises of the outer world, and all the problems that awaited her outside of those four walls. The book she was reading was one of her favorites and it explained the story of a girl known as the princess of silence and included a poem that told her life story. ~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive

, I shouted at him, then kneeled down to the girl and placed my hand on her shoulder, she jumped back and moved away, I raised my hand in surrender style, "Its ok, I mean you no harm, I need you to get up and run, run as fast as you can ok, can you do that for me?" She looked between Damien and me and hung her head shaking her head NO, now I'm confused, I looked over to Damien to see him with a smirk on his face, in a split second he was next me, all I saw was black smoke, he trailed the back of his fingers on my cheek and then pulled back walking towards her, "She cant leave princess, if she doesn't do what I tell her to do, I will kill her family", "You asshole, only you will pick a fight

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”

“Little… Little princess…” “Call me Cutie Pie!” Aino said with a high and mighty tone. “There’s already a little princess in your household, that Minerva girl! She’s so ugly. When you say the words ‘little princess’ I’m reminded of an ugly girl like her, so I don’t want to be called Little Princess. Just call me Cutie Pie.”

I gave a small smile, "Thank you. But you can't refer to me as a princess anymore, I relinquished my title the moment I was collared." Pam waved it off, "That's not true my princess. Once a princess is always a princess. You can never be like us lowborns. You will always be royalty; the way you walk, the way you stand and even the way you talk. It's all royalty, my princess." Before I could give my thanks to Pam's kind words, the door opened and the other two slaves—Gerta and Urla, entered into the room with six plates of food and then they set it before everyone.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

“I handled it myself.” Valeria hummed softly. Interesting. Very interesting. But she didn’t push. Not yet. Instead, she smiled again. “Oh! That reminds me…” Isabella frowned slightly. “What?” Valeria leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly. “You didn’t hear?” “Hear what?” “The party,” Valeria said. “It’s not just a regular fundraiser.” Isabella blinked. “It’s not?” Valeria shook her head slowly. “Nope.” A pause. “It’s a costume party.”