Princess Carrying Novels & Stories

When she learned that her post was well away from the disembarkation point, she finally allowed herself a quiet sigh of relief. The atmosphere in the hangar was nothing like the grand arrivals she’d read about. No ceremony. No formal greeting. The royals emerged from their ships like soldiers on a mission focused, grim, silent. Even the baby’s sentinel, Max, was the one carrying the young prince instead of the queen.

She thought this would be her way to see if her lady was being controlled by outside forces. “I’ve had the transportation hall prepared for teleporting to the closes village. Once you are there, have all the priestesses examine every crate that you have during the transport before moving. It should last all of you until the end of the month,” Princess Karilaya says with that warm, sweet smile of hers. She sensed the princess was remaining careful again, noticing the plan that she had prepared for them. If they were going to use teleportation, it would almost be impossible to trace where they were going, not to mention saving time.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

She exuded a serene glow, a quiet confidence that stemmed from the knowledge of the miracle she carried within her. The seven-month mark brought with it an array of emotions, both exhilarating and challenging. I witnessed moments of joy and excitement, where Princess Golder’s laughter echoed through the palace halls, filling each corner with an infectious happiness. Other times, a hint of exhaustion would flicker across her eyes, a testament to the physical demands of nurturing our child.

She might make these excuses but I knew the real reason why she was embarrassed was because of the kiss that she had given me a few minutes ago. She might not have realized what she had offered in the flow of the conversation but as soon as she had snapped back she had tried getting away which was difficult with her exhausted body. Her energy had waned, and her steps were sluggish. I couldn’t bear to see her try and walk on her own so even as she complained I wouldn’t let her get away from me. “Well I think a princess style carry is suitable for a princess,” I said bouncing her slightly making her hold on tighter as she gaped at me in surprise.

Sirene whispered at Soheila's ears then, looked at the crowded people again. When Soheila heard the Third Princess, she got a bit of interest. She remembered how the Third Princess bid a lot for her Rebirth Pill. The Third Princess seems to be matured too when she didn't use her status being the Third Princess for bidding. She didn't make a fuss when Soheila got the Garnet Stone for Little Black to eat. All of a sudden, four grand and elegant carriages entered the gate. On top of those carriages has a flag attached to it.

Helen cast a covert glance at Carissa, who appeared relaxed. A faint smile graced her lips. It was undeniable that Carissa's face was exceptionally beautiful, radiating a clear and refreshing charm. Helen's curiosity was piqued. "Aren't you afraid of Grand Princess Eleanor?" Carissa responded with a question of her own, "Why should I be afraid of her?" "She’s the grand princess, the current king's aunt. Even the late king was lenient with her. She controls at least half of the political connections in the capital. Her words alone can tarnish your reputation overnight," said Helen.

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

"Go up there and look like the million-dollar strategist you are." I smoothed down the front of my sky-blue gown, stepping forward into the cleared path toward the raised center platform. All eyes shifted to me as the spotlight tracked my movement. I reached the bottom of the velvet-lined stage stairs. Just as I raised my foot to climb the first step, a waiter carrying a tray stacked high with deep red wine rushed out from behind the curtain.

Mrs Sarah smiled at her daughter when they locked eyes and Alessandra smiled back at her mother. They entered the royal carriages which were made of pure gold and it was decorated with beautiful flowers to show the crowning of the new king and queen. Alvannia citizens cheered for the prince and princess as the carriage passed by,they were standing by the road.Alessandra smiled and waved to the people and the prince did the same. It was the best experience that Alessandra had ever felt. Most people shouted her name and thanked them for building hospitals and bringing services close to them.