Princess April Genderbend Novels & Stories

Zeus sighed before he continued to work on my mack up while April answered my question. "She's studying psychology to be a therapist." "Really?" April nodded her head but didn't say anything further so i dropped the question. After a while of silence, Zeus finally finished my mack up and started working on my hair. He made the long black strands fall on either side of my face making a beautiful wave and we were done. April took my hand and walked me into the Walk-in closet. I saw her glance at my suitcase at the corner but averted her eyes as if she saw nothing.

Zayden’s P.O.V. The meaningful smile toying on Ciara’s lips flipped my stomach as I fully understood her meaning, the red thread in her hand made me gasp. I was worried hell for Helena, and she was trying to change my gender. “It is in your best interest, Alpha Zayden. Your scent will be undetectable due to this spell.” With multiple reasons like that, she convinced me to be Helly, the maid of the Royal Palace once again. Ciara completed the spell in record time and gave me a uniform. I was getting dressed when a baffled voice swore,

Sally Acorn, the 21-year-old princess of Mobius, sat alone in her private laboratory, surrounded by bubbling beakers and glowing test tubes. She was a brilliant scientist, but her true passion lay in the creation of exotic sexual concoctions. Tonight, she planned to test her most daring experiment yet – a formula that would allow her to melt into a gooey puddle and experience unimaginable pleasures.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“We’re done. We’re no longer friends, and I sure as hell don’t want to pretend to be a couple anymore. I’ve found my true mate. Deal with it. If you can’t handle it, get the fuck out of this castle and find somewhere else to live.” I whirl around without listening to another word from her. My only concern is Madeline and what she might be going through right now. The words out of April’s mouth were worse than vile, and she said them right in front of Madeline, on purpose, I believe. I think I even saw a smile on April’s face. She’s a vixen, an evil woman only looking out for her own interests. I dodged a bullet getting the hell out of our fake relationship—and our friendship—before it was to

"Just shut the fuck up already. If you try to tell me that you didn't use what happened to Brigid as a means to force feminization as a way of life, I swear I'll lose my sh.it. I'm not in the mood to deal with this bullshit after everything that's been going on! You spent centuries making sure females were submissive and docile, conforming blindly to the stereotype of an old-fashioned subservient role, and you used the titles of being princess or queen under false pretenses, allowing us to think that we had a smidge of say, when it was really you who had control over everything. And that's exactly what the problem is. The four of you are stuck in the past. You're in love with the old-fashion

"But don’t think for a second that I’ll let you go. You’re still mine, whether you want to admit it or not." April’s eyes blazed with defiance. "I was never yours, Lucifer. Not really. And if you think you can intimidate me, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m not that scared, broken girl anymore. I’m April Gorbachev now. A wife, a mother, and a woman who’s done running from her past."

Bellamy said. “ Your highness, the girl has awoken. " Melinda said and Bellamy smiled. " Think about what I said and come see for yourself. “ Bellamy said and left. " What girl are you talking about? " Queen Minerva asked. " The prince came in with an injured girl. They said she was attacked by witches. “ The butler, Cristin said. " Witches? I thought we wiped out all of them. “ " More are rising and they are more dangerous. “

"You son of a bitch! No, that's too over the top. You bastard! No. I can't be so disrespectful to him!" I heaved a sigh, retrieved my cellphone from my bag and called Gen. No matter how down I was feeling, Gen had the ability to turn that around and put a smile back on my face. I loved that about her. "Hey you," she answered cheerfully. "Hey," I dragged sadly. "Uh oh, what's wrong pumpkin? You sound like you've been crying when you really shouldn't be because you're with a prince— your prince." "He's not my prince, Gen, he's getting married to someone else. A real princess, actually."

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled