Novel & Cerita Princess April Genderbend

The girl who had no idea what she was doing here. “You’re looking lovely, Princess,” came a voice that was as deep and rich as the earth. I turned toward the sound, and there he was—a man in his mid-forties, his presence so commanding it nearly knocked the air out of me. His grey eyes mirrored Dalton’s, his features sharp but softened by a salt-and-pepper beard. He was the Alpha’s father, no mistaking that. He took my hand with the sort of practiced elegance that came from years of being in charge, and kissed it lightly. His smile was polite, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not the way Dalton’s did, anyway.

Jordan gasped. "I don't want to hear his name coming from your mouth," I scoff and grit my teeth, squeezing her neck. "Care? What an odd thing to say coming from that filthy mouth of an Order. You people make me sick thinking you cared. You are following some fake prophet, and for what? Salvation? Eva is nothing but a witch in disguise. She doesn't care about you. All she wants is power. "P...please..." April wheezes as she begs for her life.

The princess was saved by the emperor's sister-in-law, and later disguised as a man to protect her nephew and revenge. Struggle for power and position, blood blade enemy, finally support nephew to ascend to the throne, and then restore women's clothing, becoming the first regent princess in history. Generally speaking, this setting is liked by both men and women. However, when I started to try on makeup, there was a problem. Kristen Oliver's looks can be charming, cold and pure, but she is just not heroic enough. Now, those women in the entertainment circle who pretend to be men are too foolish, and they are all fools as spectators.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, baby, come lick my cunt.” One of them yelled from a dark corner. I kept asking myself while I came out of the night and I’m glad I disguised myself. I don’t want the people saying Alpha Oceana, the princess of realms, is a whore. For it was quite a taboo for a princess to be on the outskirts of her town, her palace and walking around the whores of houses.

April knew she had to face him. But between his size and dominating personality, April didn’t stand a chance. She wasn’t a meek little mouse of a wolf. Or a broken one. She was feeling tiny, and that wasn’t something she was used to. Add in the man was drop dead gorgeous with his perfect hair and designer suits. Suits he didn’t think twice about shifting in. He just destroyed and replaced without a thought. Gerald must hate her. He probably believed she was pregnant just to corner him into a mating.

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

Valeria folds her arms over her chest, “Sorry, I’m not as noble as you, you’ll have to do more to convince me.” I look at her calmly as I fold my arms over my chest, mimicking her action, “Okay, how about this? Prince Sebastian is gay, and if Circe manipulates him into claiming her as his Queen, she’ll be forcing him into a heterosexual relationship, which will basically be assault on so many different levels. I’d go as far as to say it’s as bad as conversion therapy,” I say, watching her face carefully.

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...

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

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.