Princess Chapter Books Novels & Stories

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” Lyra squared her shoulders, lifting her chin despite the way her heart hammered against her ribs. “It’s not a crime to read a book.” The Mistress let out a soft chuckle. “Not at all. But it does make me wonder... why that book?” She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the fallen tome on healing, then back to Lyra. “You had your pick of poisons, curses, and delightful little hexes… but you chose healing. Sentimental. Predictable.”

Mara wouldn’t be likely to find me here, at least not right away, giving me a little time to read unbothered. I settled down, brushing the leaves and pine needles off the bench, then opened the book on my lap and continued to read where I had left off last night. The chapter on documented reincarnation accounts was dense and slow-going in places, and a lot of it still didn’t apply to my situation in any direct way. But I kept reading, skimming over the sections that seem irrelevant. I was about three quarters of the way through the chapter when I turned the page and found the heading: “The Lycan Princess and the Throne of Ashmoore.”

It's a book of classic fairytales. "The Twelve Dancing Princesses," I raise an eyebrow. "Really, Tilly? I didn't know you liked fairytales." She doesn't move, but in my imagination, she smiles a small, secret little smile, the edge of her lips tilting just a little bit. "Okay, if you insist," I smile back, starting at the top of the page. "Once there was a king who had 12 beautiful daughters..." Did her finger just twitch? "Tilly...?"

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.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

Her sleepy eyes blinked up at me, a faint smile tugging at her lips. I cleared my throat dramatically, and Amaris cooed, her tiny fists waving as if in anticipation. “Once upon a time,” I began, “in a kingdom far far away, there lived a little princess named Lyra. She was kind and clever, but she had one big problem.” Amaris observed the drawings in the book as if she could totally understand them.

Halton pretended to read the book since he already knew the story. "One day a handsome prince rode his horse to look for the prettiest princess in the land. On his way into the grasslands, he stumbled upon an old home where he found the most beautiful woman in the world who lay deeply asleep on the grass, his eyes hooked to her beauty." "The prince fell in love with her at first sight and leaned in to kiss the sleeping princess, but before he could touch her lips he was punched in the face by the princess. The Princess wakes up immediately and happily lived in her castle with her talking animals after ditching the creepy prince."

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.