Pampered Princess Novels & Stories

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

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.’

She wore a gold ankle chain on heeled sandals. The second foot came out and they saw the glamorous appearance of a princess. Pamela wore a long cream coloured gown that reached her feet with her hair a little below her shoulders with its tips curled. On her wrist was a golden bracelet that matched her golden necklace. Her pair of shoes matches with the handbag, a new version of the Nirvana designer. She had a beautiful makeup on and her long eyelashes added glamour to her beauty. But on her finger was still the engagement ring that Louis gave her.

Then, she got up and walked up to the window. She wanted to see what was so special about Pamela, the beautiful president who had the honor of being the wife of the miracle doctor who was also the Majestic Ruler. "She does look quite pretty, and she carries herself well. But she's still below him." Even though Pamela was far better than the others in terms of looks and makings, she was still quite common. Although Pamela was too good for the usual rich guys or sons of officials, she had married the powerful and famous Majestic Ruler.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

From the way his powerful presence made even the Royals seem irrelevant when he was cornered. “Thank you, sir,” I said, my voice a little bit shaky. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll walk you through our vision for your event.” It was Princess Amaraia who answered, her voice like a bird's song. “Yes, go ahead” I glanced at the beautiful face. Her eyes were almond-shaped, her lips small and pouty, and her face was nothing short of divine The kind of princess men would go to war for I stole a look at Mr Voss, to see if he was enraptured by her divine beauty, but he wasn't even looking at the princess, his eyes were on me

Pavan appeared a little intimidated, while Danial frowned at the bodyguards, about to question their purpose. Suddenly, the bodyguards parted, revealing a slim figure walking through the formation. Danial looked at her and didn't recognize her. The woman was Crystal Kirk, the princess of the Kirk Family. She dazzled in a sleek, sapphire-blue gown with a high slit and an off-the-shoulder neckline, adorned with intricate beadwork. She walked gracefully towards the table and greeted them, "Hello everyone, I hope you are having a great time. My name is Crystal Kirk, but you can call me Miss Kirk. I hosted this dinner."

A maid would arrive with steaming tea and whisper, “Good morning, Your Highness. ” Emily would rise, draped in the sunlight that poured through silk curtains, and begin her day of lessons, appearances, and obligations. Some days it was charity work, others it was diplomatic luncheons. She knew her people adored her. The press called her “the Rose Princess because of her delicate beauty and the way she always carried a white rose in public events. But admiration came with its chains. Emily dreamed of freedom—the kind where she could walk unnoticed in a crowded street,

"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 room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”