Princesa Novels & Stories

“What are you all doing here?” But when I looked at the girls again, their eyes were fixated on me. I caressed my arm, feeling abashed by how they stared at me with judgments. “Elizabeth,” the prince called me. “These are the princesses. Princess Jeany, Princess Fatima, and Princess Zendrel.” “Oh!” I exclaimed and bowed down for respect. “Good evening, Your Highnesses.” “Who is this girl?” Princess Fatima asked so I looked at her. “Is she your girlfriend, Ronald?”

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

From today onwards, she'll bear the name princess Stacy carls. '' I announce Lucia Mendez as the third princess of the country. From today onwards, she will bear the name Princess Lucia Mendez." '' I announce Ava Adams as the fourth princess of the country. From today onwards, she will bear the name princess Ava Adams.'' '' I announce Ronald Johnston as the third prince of the country. From today onwards, you will bear the name Prince Ronald Johnston.'' ''I announce Ezekiel Greene as the fourth prince of the country. From today onwards, you'll bear the name prince Ezekiel Greene.''

He looks up and I follow his gaze to a beautiful young woman with glistening blonde hair standing before us in simple but clean clothing. "My Prince," she bows less formally than the seneschal but no less deeply. She doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even look my way, her eyes are purely for her lord. "You will address my lady," he replies curtly, irritated, "She is Prima." The girl is unable to hide her shock. "But she is human." "She is Prima," he growls. "Or do you question your prince?" The girl falls to the ground, groveling before us, her forehead hitting the marble with so much force as to make a resounding thunk that echoes in the chamber.

Smiling at Felicia, she said, "Let's go in." Felicia's joy was evident as she gently stepped forward beside Luna Sandra. Of course, along the way, her presence drew numerous admiring glances. Felicia's beauty had been the talk of the royal court for a long time, and although many had seen her before, each time felt like the first. Standing there now, she seemed to radiate light, illuminating the entire garden. However, everyone's attention was divided between Felicia and Beta Henry's third daughter, Emma. With her status as the third princess Emma, Emma had been granted the title of Duchess Emma by King Lycan. This was quite surprising to many, and now the fact that the third princess was be

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

I ask you to warmly welcome our news engaged: Sultan Elzhar of Castamar and Princess Mirabelle of Orient. Everyone started to applaud while turning towards them... Instinctively, the young woman looked for the Sultan's hand and when she found it, the Sultan prevented her from taking it. She swallowed her saliva watching him leave as if nothing had happened... She hoped that no one had noticed that because she really didn't want to find herself in the newspaper with such a shame as a headline! Lord... She was so ashamed!

Wade “Shit,” I mutter to myself as I look up another flight of stairs, and then look down the multiple corridors. No-one seems to be around either, where’s their staff? I hear movement behind me so I turn. A man marching confidently down the corridor, medium brown hair, slim but good build. His gold eyes give him away, this must be Prince Marc. “What are you doing with my sister?” he demands, approaching with long strides. I unconsciously growl as he approaches his arms out to take my mate. He stops, a glint of anger flickering in his eyes that look so much like Adelaide’s.

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"