Princess Agents Novels & Stories

the woman replied in annoyance. "She didn't say and just left when I said you're taking a bath." So there are three princesses. I remember the woman in the garden is named Hazel, and the servant called her First Princess Hazel just now. Since Dianne is the Third Princess, then this woman might be the Second Princess. This is interesting. Since this princess sneaks in just now and knows her way around, she might be hiding a secret. Hm? More importantly, she's no weakling. Her movements are agile and I can tell she's very fit.

“I see you're not running from the truth, Karila Aistarabaw is a pleasure. - The blonde said letting a jocular smile hover in the corner of her mouth. The princess looked at her hand and turned her eyes to her body as a whole, from the Scarpin's shiny tip, to her hand outstretched in the air with perfectly manicured nails and her eyes. She refused to shake the other woman's hand. Observing the attitude, the agent lowered her hand, looking beyond her, at the security guards about to explode with tension and anxiety in the corridors. — Late to talk at other people's houses about matters that can be postponed. - The princess pointed out, looking at her carefully, trying to memorize her mocking

I looked at her blankly. "And what makes you think that I'm Royal??" I ask, raising one eyebrow at her. She gently chuckles then reply. "Well, it's been broadcast all over New York. Princess Eleanor Callista Castellanos and Princess Hestia Katana Astaril are here in New York. Plus you arriving here heavily guarded threw away your cover." The woman said, then winked at me. I took a deep breath and drink another shot of whisky. "Problem your Highness??"

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

Xander, Max, and Oscar move off to commandeer one of the beer coolers and grab extra bottles of water for the girls, spreading out more blankets and towels as they go. I’m just cracking open a beer when I hear several sharp intakes of breath and more than one muffled curse. Looking up, I see Zahra, Princess Charlotte, and Alice walking back over. Alice and the Princess are both wearing long, flowing skirts with slits up the side and bikini tops. They look great — curvy, confident — but my eyes only glance off them before locking on Zahra. Holy fucking shit.

The captain replied coldly, "Yes, she's the only countess in the royal family. The person beside her is the Queen's daughter, Princess Rachel." Agnes, completely dumbfounded by this revelation, swayed unsteadily. She felt like she had plunged into the depths of despair. She pinched her palm forcefully and shot a resentful glance at Ray. She questioned, "Didn't you say she's just a caretaker?" Ray was stunned as he responded, "I had no idea ..." Had he been aware that the two women were the countess and the princess from the royal family, he would not have assisted Agnes so eagerly.

She was about to speak when the estate's security alarm began to shriek. "What's going on?" Alexander frowned, immediately pressing his earpiece. "Security, report." A frantic voice came through. "Mr. Alexander, the system is breached! All surveillance and access controls are down!" Alexander's face changed. "Princess, stay here. Don't move." He hurried out, giving sharp orders in the hallway. Before she could react, the suite door was pushed open soundlessly. A tall figure stood in the doorway, his black trench coat still carrying the chill of the night.

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.

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

“Ugh, nothing, that little witch is tight lipped! OH, you’ll never guess who I ran into though?” Thea titled her head and nodded for Penny to continue. “GUESS THEN!” Penny crossed her arms as she pouted. Thea rolled her eyes skyward, “I don’t know, the queen?” Penny’s eyes glistened with excitement, “Ooh so close, it was Alex.” A frown marred Thea’s face, “Alex? Princess Alexandria?” “Mhmm,” Penny sat up in the bed, “She runs a really exclusive escorting agency now! These crazy rich guys have hired her for 2 weeks, £750k she’s charging them!”