Princess And The Pauper Characters Novels & Stories

Eyes now locking with mine once again before one of them finally moves to speak up. “Don’t worry sweet girl. All your answers shall be answered in due time. For now, just know that our names our Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia. And you, our dearest Princess, have been promised to us since the day you were born. We allowed you to get taken from us once but never again. Now that we have you, we won’t be letting you go anytime soon. At least not without a fight. You belong to us and only us.” With that said do each of them move to leave the room. The door closing directly behind them with a loud click as my body slowly falls to the floor. Tears now falling from my eyes as I sob. These men wh

' I thought while rolling my eyes. "So if I call you stand up and stand next to the person I call after you.. Mira and Timoty... Luke and Nandi.. Thapelo and Sindisiwe... Luyanda and Khethiwe.. Sizwe and Tiara... Chris and Ongezwa...Precious and Layla... Ellen and Portia.. Ruby and Taylor... Lizzie and Kathleen, then me and your coach.." These guys laughed at her last sentence and I was still fucken confused at how I ended up with fucken Layla...

Princess Charlotte Brownfur and her armies of black mages who just arrived at the front gate of the temple seemed to have a huge argument with the guarding priests “Halt right there!” Brother Paris yelled, forbid the omega princess and her armies to step closer, “You are from the Paltiti Kingdom, aren’t you?” Charlotte Brownfur looked at the priest in disgust, ‘How dare this commoner treated me like this! He probably doesn't know who I really am…’ “You are correct…” she scoffed, “My name is Princess Charlotte Brownfur, I have an important errand to take care of in your temple.” “You are the dark lord’s daughter?” Brother Paris confirmed, he seemed to be in shock, “How dare you come to our te

We came to deliver bread Paul: Ahhh I see (To Mr Smith) Hello Sir Mr Smith: Hello Paris: You're a Prince, right? Paul: Yeah, why'd you ask? Paris: I've never seen you before, how come? Paul: I don't get out much Paris: Okay, well I'll be seeing you around. (Paris and Mr Smith leaves the castle) ******************** (Later) King Roland: Has the bread arrived? Princess Cecilia: Yes dad, I've paid them already

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

As if getting angry with what I act. Rather than give attention to what he said I preferred to rub my stomach which was slightly squirming but that did not stop my bad look at the nasty human in front of me. This is what makes being Hailey Perelman so difficult. All the sins she committed is what I am paying now. The princess lives a prosperous but sad life while the pauper lives a simple but happy life in the town. One day the princess thought of wandering around town. There she met the pauper and realized they looked alike.

Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea. “Well, what is she then? A witch?” Lissa cocked her head to the side. Thea’s eyes flicked to Bellamy who was staring at her intently, waiting for an answer. Pulling on her lower lip, she looked at Penny. “Uhm… not a witch no… She’s a Princess.” A frown marred Bellamy’s face. “A Princess? Why would a Princess be willing to help us?” Thea looked at Penny and widened her eyes.

that kind of girl! I fell down on the bed. I put my head on the pillow and thought about her profile. Nameless college dropout, obscure actress, insurance agent step-mom, dad is a security guard for the apartment. Does she think she’s in a fairytale? Not only that, all the girls who get married to princes and live happily ever after, are either princesses or aristocracy. The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty. They are all royal family. She’s short, like a dwarf. What kind of face is that? She looks like an elementary schooler! Well, she looks the same now as when she was in elementary school.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh