Princess Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Arianna My head snapped toward the door. Damian’s eyes locked with mine, dark and intense. I pushed away from the table and ran as fast as I could. “Arianna… stop!” Damian’s voice thundered behind me. I didn’t stop. My feet slapped against the cold floor. I held my stomach with one hand and my dress with the other. I can’t let him catch me after what I’ve heard. I turned a corner too fast and crashed into a servant. She gasped as her tray fell with a loud clatter.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

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

“I dunno. It was on commercial after one of Mamma’s kissy shows.” It took Ronan three tries to figure out his brother’s passcode. I was beginning to think this entire family was full of geniuses. He opened the app store and searched for princess games with bloody inked fingers. His niece peeked over his shoulder while he scrolled through the games, and I felt more than content just watching them. “Okay, we got Princess Hair Salon,” Ronan said. “Ew.” He moved on. “Princess RoomCleanup?” Her nose wrinkled. Mine too. “Princess Horse Club?”

Me: Hey Princess. Rori: what do you want Ben? Me: Truce? Rori: Truce. Me: yea come on please Princess. How about a late night ice cream run as an apology? Rori: Fine meet me in twenty by our tree. Me: see you there Princess. Rori: don't be late Cuddly Bear.

I asked politely. I could tell they were ecstatic to dance with us. Trixie was the girl who had long black hair, dressed in a black skintight dress that ended decently above her knees. Elle was the cute redhead with pixie hair, wearing skintight jeans and a Sabrina top. The provocative girl wearing a white dress that left nothing to the imagination was named Saucy, which sounded more like her stage name than her real name. I smiled at Saucy. She was my target tonight. “Hi, Saucy. This is Nicky,” I said to her, putting my hand to Nicholas’ back and giving him a shove as if I were feeding him to a very hungry wolf. Well, I actually was.

I woke up to the sound of the wind, every muscle in my body tense. I opened my eyes and found myself on a narrow platform, hanging forty stories above the ground on the side of Macro's office building. My vertigo hit me instantly, and I froze, unable to move. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried to scream, but only a choked gasp escaped my lips. Then I heard Karen's voice from an open window. "Macro said if he doesn't discipline you, you'll never become a lady." "This is a lesson for you. Let's see if you'll dare to cross me again."

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.

He said without looking up. I sat down without a word and waited for him to finish sorting what he was sorting. While he was busying himself, I scanned the office; it looked more like a library than an office. “Oh, gracious god! !” A small scream caught my attention. The headmaster, Mr White got up with a jolt. The scream came from him. “pr- pri… princess, what the heck are you doing here? Your father never informed me that you will be coming” he began pacing, his expression becoming panicked. Obviously thinking that I ran away or something, which I understand. Mr White had been my father's trusted aid and best friend. He came over to join this school as the head master when my senior sister

"Let fate decide? Just like old times?" I chuckled, remembering our past adventures where a coin toss had often been our decision-maker. "Heads for the left, tails for the right?" He nodded, flipping the coin into the air. It spun, glinting amidst the swirling sands, before landing on his palm. We both leaned in to see the outcome. "Heads," he announced. Without a word, hand in hand, we raced down the left path, the looming storm hot on our heels. As we ran, the whispers grew louder, memories flashing before our eyes — our first meeting, our shared challenges, and moments of pure love.