Princess Bride Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

together. The next morning, Amy rummaged through her lavish wardrobe for the most "adventure appropriate" option. She selected fitted jeans and a casual blouse along with walking boots. Packing sunglasses and a lightweight jacket in her bag, she headed out to meet Viktor. Her dashing prince awaited by a gleaming luxury sports car. "Ah, now that's my modern princess!" Approving eyes swept over Amy's casual attire. "Ready for our little journey?" "Very ready!" Amy squealed, thrilled when Viktor opened the passenger door with a gallant flourish. Soon they were roaring along breathtaking seaside highways, sunshine and freedom wrapping blissful senses around her.

And the crimson diamond necklace—the one she had admired from afar, worth billions—he bought it without blinking, delivered it to the Russo estate as if it were nothing but a trinket, something for her fingers to toy with when she grew restless. Finally, the night arrived. The engagement night. Adrian, in a bespoke suit cut sharp enough to draw blood, strode down the corridor with a bouquet in his hand, his chest tight with anticipation. Days without seeing her had been hell. He needed to see her. Needed her eyes on him again. He pushed open the door to the bridal suite— And froze. Not Isabella . Elena. She stood in a snow-white gown, the crimson diamond blazing against her throat. Adrian’s

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

CAMILLA I blinked my eyes as I looked at the prince in shock. Did he just ask me to get married to him? "Are you ....drunk your Highness?" I asked him. That was the only explanation I could think of for this. He had to be drunk. Adrian looked at me like I was crazy. "What?!" He asked me. "I think you may be drunk Your Highness. It's late and I think you should go to bed.... tomorrow....you'll realize that you just made a mistake" I said.

Thereupon he took leave of the Queen and journeyed on. After a time Isben came to a third tent, made of silk, upon which was embroidered a golden kingdom, and on its top was placed a ball of pure gold. The tent was fastened to a laurel tree with golden cords, from which hung knobs of diamonds. Before the entrance lay two huge crocodiles, which breathed forth flames of fire. The Prince gave them some water to drink, and thus gained an entrance into the tent, in which he beheld a Queen, who in beauty far surpassed the former ones. At her feet lay a dragon with twelve heads, all of which Prince Isben struck off at two blows. The Queen, in return for this service, gave him a golden egg, which co

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

Walking up the stairs to the main doors I notice how heavy the security is, taking note of their position and the weapons they seem to be carrying. The chatter as we walk past some of the guests is quite amusing, who is this? Why is the princess with a wolf? Keeping the smirk off my face was hard. I am pulled back to the now as a small round man with beady eyes approached us. “Princess Lyra, I must say I am surprised to see you here tonight” He all but scoffs at my mate, making my wolf growl.

Luna wandered around New York trying to find the movie Portia wanted. Days before she left, Portia had told her that she wanted a movie called "The Prince, the Toad and Me", which was about a princess who falls in love with a prince, and believing she has turned into a toad, kisses him, even though he is a different man and falls into a love triangle. Yes, the truth is not the typical story Portia should see but the movie was for children even so and it was animated. It would be nice to take her tomorrow along with the book and chocolate.