Princess And The Player Novels & Stories

How could I not learn to be wiser? I understood that the nobles had hastily changed the colour of their ribbons to suit the Princess Madeleine. From the wary look on their faces, Princess Madeleine must have had a hard time losing the game! It is over, and I am in trouble! "Come here, Emily!" Princess Madeleine gave me a smirk and beckoned me with a look of indifference, "How can you just walk away as the only winner tonight, you haven't taken your prize yet!" "That's right, Emily! As a rookie, you win your first game. This has never happened before!" " said Lydia, deliberately baiting Madeline.

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."

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

So with such reason to reckon with, he pulled it down the wall, carried it to the corner and had it placed in the floor, having its back facing towards his direction. Staring at what seemed foolishness for so doing, Jion only shook his head and finally left it there . *** The princess looked at the gigantic and rather expensive interior of the palace in the east kingdom. They had arrived a little hour ago and they were being ushered inside the ambitiously designed ball. The prince wore his finest suit while she matched his elegance with her special tailored dress. It had seamed of pure gold along her waistlines. Though it barely shows any skin on her body, she was stunning as what her mai

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

I whisper. Erebus places a tiny kiss below my naval and whispers, “my little Princess.”

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Siana said in an innocent voice as she looked at her, a smile on her face that looked innocent yet sly at the same time. “Make her lose control.” She explained. She looked kind of annoyed by all that had happened. She knew that Siana had enjoyed that whole thing a lot and it was all her plan. And that was what worried her so much. She no longer knew Siana the way she used to. The girl in front of her now was a cunning princess who would play with her pawns and use them to get what she wanted, she wasn’t scared to sacrifice them either. And this deadly game of chess was fun to her.

In the few seconds the King and Prince rearranged themselves, I studied them. When we were young, Sadeon and I had friends, as much as a Prince and Princess from neighboring kingdoms could be friends. I would play in the palace garden and during Arsenal’s visits, Sadeon would join me. I liked the flowers and he liked the hiding places. I’d even had a crush on him back then, but it had been innocent. Now, I didn’t even recognize the man sitting across from me. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back with a single strand dangling in his face. His broad shoulders straightened with a practiced posture. His piercing green eyes darted between my father and Thaddeus as they continued their conversat

Who the hell was Player? Her brother loved her and she loved him too then why the hell his brother try to sell her to a shameless empire. And who was the culprit of 'Gulaab bai' then? Who the hell was a player? And if that Princess was also a Pawn of her brother then I did a really big mistake already but if not there was no one that could stop me from making her life hell. I looked at my pierced thumb and realised that I was bounded to someone now. I closed my eyes remembered what type of promises I made to her thinking that she was planning against me?