Princess Agents 2 Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah, very naughty. Now that your sister is not here, you'll have the chance to bait him." Agnes sighed, "I wonder what Lea would do if she learned that he's here." "Zip your mouth! Don't tell her anything." Ann warned her. "If you want to catch the prince charming, make sure you don't tell the princess. Witches like you will have no chance. Men want their eyes covered with cotton candy than the bitter ale." Agnes gasped, "Ann! You dare not compare me to that---" "I will dare everything, child. I'm determined to do that. Talk some sense on your stupid head. This situation is your second chance. Don't blow it away."

Then she saw Adonis fingertip waving like he's saying a spell. Kyle continued to speak. "...You are not from this clone world, Alexia! You are no ordinary. You aren't from the past nor from the future. You are the princess in the real world. You are the only creature in Discreet World that can destroy and defeat the Black Queen. You are the next person that will soon wear the inherit royal lux crown. You are the next Queen who can save us all! You are the last weapon. " Kyle explained. Alexia shook her body like she wanted to release herself and talk back to them.

he says. There is that dreadful silence again as they all wait for whatever proof they want to get. But they won't get it, not today and certainly not because I have no idea of what I should do which I do not to be honest, but because there is one thing I have hated all my life and it is being challenged. So I slam my palms on the table which definitely shocks them all and whisper in the most of my dangerous calm voice I can summon at the moment. "I am Princess Bella, Daughter of King Kane and his Queen Enola.... The lost Princess of L'agaib... You either take it, or leave it." With that I sit back down and add, "Shall we begin the council meeting?" *****

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

God knows how much willpower I had to stay calm after hearing her cries from the dungeon. Princess Laura was also present in the commotion. She never believed that Reika could do something lame. On the other hand, she knew very well how greedy Agnes was for powers. She pointed out, giving Agnes a suspicious glare, " How did you find all this, Mistress Agnes? When did you start giving attention to the dungeon?" Agnes smiled back stiffly, and replied with an arrogant voice as if her status was already confirmed, " Obviously, as a future queen of Alphas, I have to pay attention everywhere, Princess Laura."

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

In the midst of all of the chaos I am still thinking about how Erebus doesn’t want me to be his Queen. “Hello Luna,” the one with the dressing bag greets us and all three of them curtesy sweetly. “I am Anna. This is Amy, she will be doing your hair. And that is Amelia, she will be doing your make-up.” Putting on a fake smile I nod gently to each of them and introduce myself and Sophie. Without hesitation they help us into our overly large seats and the pampering begins. Anna buffs and pants my fingernails and toenails, while Amy fusses over my hair. Amelia and Sophie are chatting like old friends while Amelia applies her make up. When they finish their jobs they swap places and Amelia

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.