Princess Carry Pose Novels & Stories

The maids helped her style her hair and applied make up on her. “ Do I have to wear those?" Bellamy asked when Arleta came back with yellow heels. “ You're the princess, so yes. “ Arleta said and she groaned before putting it on. Arleta turned her to face the mirror and she smiled. Little make up really does things. She looked like a baby doll going to a ball. " My baby barbie. “ Arleta teased and she chuckled. She turned to face Arleta and she was putting on the same gown as hers but hers was red.

Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same. She walked in in her magenta pantsuit, braids down to her waist, and those rhinestone glasses that looked like they belonged in a K-pop music video. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just… looked at me. Her heels clicked like punctuation marks. And then she paused. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. She timed the fur coat. The white boots. The pearl clips. She tilted her head. "You borrowed my style."

Jay nodded at Beeves and Boris. The Princess smiled “Shimel, Lacy would you?” The two women moved over to the “boys” one on each side of them. “Watch this” said the Princess quietly. They both adopted a seductive pose and fluttered their lashes, both Beevis and Boris froze captivated by these women, lacy giggled and removed the biscuit from Boris’s frozen hand half way to his mouth. Shimel without breaking eye contact with Beevis, removed the biscuit jar from his hands. Then they both said in a sexy but forceful voice “No More!”

*age 4* “But mom why can’t I marry Krissy?” Siana asked with a pout on her face as she tugged on the corner of her mother’s dress. Siana wore a pink dress which looked good with her light brown hair and the tiny pink shoes she was wearing. “Cause she’s a girl Siana, you’re supposed to marry a guy.” Her mother patted her head lightly. Siana looked up at her and there she was. That pretty woman she admired the most as a child. Her birth mother; The Queen. The brown hair was fixed so perfectly into a bun, complementing her light complexion. She had a lavender dress on which went down her knees and it announced that she was royalty.

The cloak usually carried the coat of arms of the prince to depict his elevated status. The prince walked up to the tremendously grand balcony of his castle...the view from there was undeniably spectacular. The crowd...his servants bowed down instantly. Behind him was his First Lady...Raya Blackmark...the almost Queen of this kingdom. She was dressed in a maxi dress with a largely trained gown spreading beautifully on the concrete floor, her hair looses open, with a big crown on her head which she was carrying so very gracefully she was stopped a few steps behind him. "All hail to King Edward!" his voice was loud and clear like any ruler would speak and the rest of the crowd of thousands of

Seeing the salver in her hand she went up and held it towards him. “Kneel.” The prince commanded and without hesitation she went down on her knees. “Just your left knee.” He whispered to her and she genuflected. The prince placed the creature’s core on the tray. “Rise and raise it above your head.” Prince Fazan guided her as she seemed unaware of her role, and she just did as she was told. 'Ugh! How long am I gonna stand here like this?!' The jubilant mood of the spectators returned and the festivity pursued as soon as the princess rose to her feet.

Who is the unlucky girl this time. “Princess Alexandra of Asteria. “His mother said with some much glee that she even clapped her hands, Jared was under no illusion on what that means. It means that his mother was already imagining bouncing on her laps, her grandbabies who also happen to be heirs to a kingdom in her mind. “Before I say anything that will put the kingdom in danger, I need to get the full story and I am sure that the only story you got was the one which states that I am going to marry the princess. “ Jared said with disapproval.

"Your Highness, may I hold you?" The second prince hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Grace, who smiled and said, "Go on. Your aunt will take good care of you." Only then did the second prince open his arms for Carissa to hold him. She first looked at Victoria. While the queen dowager wore a smile, her eyes held a hint of chill. After holding the heavy child for a bit, Carissa set him down, laughing as she said, "The second prince is truly adorable."

Red-tainted lips quirked up in a polite but confident smile, as shapely legs made elegant steps creating echoing sounds of high heels hitting the marble floor. Begrudgingly she appreciated Princess’ white blouse that hugged her torso tightly, covered with a pistachio blazer, and finished with deep green high-waisted trousers that ended above her ankles. The long gold chain with a small ancient-looking medallion was bouncing off her curvy chest. It took the assistant a moment to get her smile back on before greeting Miss King politely and inviting her to follow her. The young woman carried a certain aura around her; she was definitely an Alpha, not simply of Alpha blood.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone