Pampered Princess Novels & Stories

Another soft moan escaped from those cherry-red lips. 'Calling this man by his real name is indeed very dangerous,' Amanda cursed in her heart. *** Princess Hera jumped in surprise as soon as she saw Amanda and Illarion enter the dining room. Ever since the party yesterday, the beautiful woman with pale skin had returned to live in the royal palace.

She was not sure why Alpha Damien was being so welcoming to the Princess. Her half-asleep unenthusiastic thoughts were interrupted when the sliding doors opened and walked in the famous daughter of the King clan. How could this woman be only twenty years old? Her large sunglasses hid her eyes, hair was up in an effortless French braid that looked chic nonetheless. Red-tainted lips quirked up in a polite but confident smile, as shapely legs made elegant steps creating echoing sounds of high heels hitting the marble floor.

Why does she act like she is hiding demons behind her beautiful face and struggling to break free every moment? “ Princess. ” I let her hand go and instinctively, reach out to her cheek. “ It’s so easy for men like you to think that women are pampered if you keep them locked in a castle and then give them all the material things in the world. ” She shivers, and turns to me. “ how would you feel if a woman does the same to you? Will you feel pampered? Happy? Delighted that you get everything others dream about but not what you truly want?! ”

“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.

Do I need to act like a different woman when I'm in front of him to win him over? I straightened my outfit and adjusted my posture. Even though my clothes weren't as revealing as the uniforms of his staff, I was confident in myself and how I presented myself to him. After all, I am Princess Cassandra, raised with good poise, elegance, and manners. I am confident in myself. I won't be embarrassed.

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

I thank him for putting this conference together so fast and watch as he walks to his own chair that is placed beside my Grandfather before I turn to face the crowd. "Good evening the people of Zalaris. I am Allisara Crestal Nimair, Princess of Nimairene and soon to be Queen." I start and take a deep breath. Grandmama and Liz prepared me with what to say but I need to state everything in my own words. "Yesterday during the parade I was attacked for the second time since returning to my rightful place, the first attempt was that I was poisoned at a privet event I was invited to weeks ago.” I begin, watching horror fill the eyes of those before me.

This was really the chance of a lifetime. The young woman looked at the trees through the armored window of the limousine. There was a large garden with flowers and fruits. She saw a huge statue of her father... Let's say of Mirabelle's father next to a huge fountain. It was like in the movies... Beautiful, extraordinary and...royal. How she wanted to shout her joy to everyone... She was a princess... A real princess... - Majesty... Said one of the bodyguards as he opened the door for her...

A million secret deals happening in the dark. Sophia thought a bounty chat could ruin me. She had no idea: The second I learned my real identity… I already had every exit planned. I don’t need the Yue name to be a princess. I don’t need any man to prove my worth. Real power isn’t a last name someone hands you. It’s standing on your own… And making everyone bow. Later, Sophia tried to message the three heirs again. No one replied. She finally realized: The men she thought would fight for her…