Princess Age Gaps Novels & Stories

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

They were literally inseparable and mom wouldn't stand Ava supporting her son. She would literally want her to take her side,with the help of Julia,the witch. “You can't be too sure,Kael”. I didn't even want to think of that,but Mom could be something else. “Really? I will investigate that.. it's so obvious but dad is just too blind to see!”. Kael protested,I wanted her to stay out of this,but she's the princess and I heard she's a strong headed type. There was an age difference of ten years between her and Kingston,they had her after losing hope of having another pup,and of course she's pampered by everyone, especially her parents.

I leaned back and took a deep breath, considering my previous interactions with Princess Camellia, the rejected princess of Arventia. At the party for the prince and in our conversation that night in the gardens of the princess's palace, she had seemed calm and intelligent. But, her sudden marriage proposal made me question her ability to make decisions, not to mention her foresight in calling for a war that didn't even exist. I couldn't fully trust her because she was the daughter of the Emperor, the one who dismantled the empire my grandfather built.

I swallowed, turning back to the four woman that were all older than me, the youngest probably twenty-six while the eldest around her early forties. "Welcome princess, we welcome you on behalf of the king to our vast lands." The eldest said, staring at me and analyzing my every move. I held her stare, not cowering under her very scary stare especially because she had purple eyes that should have been beautiful really, yet they had my body shudder and the way she spat the princess, as if she would kill me with the word itself.

“Fine, I will give you four of the brown horses for one and a half bags of silver coins.” Somewhere deep, somewhere evil, somewhere ruled by someone filled with hatred, selfishness, and cruelness. Long ago—before the invention of time—Pintraid was somewhere everyone dreaded going to but now… It’s even worse. Ever since the King died, things had become worse for the people when the under-aged princess took over. Just a girl of seventeen. She called upon an evil sorcerer to make her look 10 years older and now she does, except she still has the brain of a seventeen-year-old teenager.

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

Harlyn “Hey, ladies.” She announced as she made her way towards Sophie and I. While I stood where I was wondering how best to act, Sophie ran towards her older sister and hugged her close. I watched them greet each other and felt a pang of jealousy. I shook it off and focused on watching the sisters. They were years apart. If I remember correctly the older princess celebrated her fortieth birthday a couple of months ago so she was at least seventeen years older than the young princess but seeing them like this, they felt so close in age.

Today was her 18th birthday, and I came here to claim her as my mate and as the future Luna of my pack. "I'll now take my leave, Your Highnesses," the guard said after he escorted Morgana and me to our destination. Luna Cordelia and Alpha Archibald faced me with smiles, as well as their daughter, Princess Lysandra Hastings. We all bowed to each other as a sign of respect. Then, I looked at Princess Lysandra. Her hair had already turned white, and she possessed a very rare beauty.

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

“She believes Evelyn is being protected. That her boldness, her sudden sway over the people, her immunity to consequence— None of it makes sense unless she has backing.” “What kind of backing?” “The royal kind.” I blinked. “You’re saying the prince is involved?” Immediately, I was remembering Evelyn’s drunken words about the prince. I felt mildly sick as I pushed down the memory. She nodded once. “He’s been moving pieces quietly. Visiting outer territories. Making alliances. It wouldn’t be the first time he sent someone ahead to pave the way.” “That’s a huge leap.” “But not impossible,” she said. “And it would explain why Evelyn acts without fear. Why she digs into things she has no business