Princess Cut Out Novels & Stories

We need this Gala to be a success or we loose all we have built step by step. "So how long do we have?" A student asks Sam. " Three weeks and two days." A voice says from behind the crowd. The crowd drop to their knees. Katie suddenly felt like she had walked into a musical and didn't know the moves. Looking around and going down slowly, Katie followed. There was no mistaking The Royal Couple. They didn't wear robes or crowns but didn't need to. The Queen had the same thick, silky blonde hair as Sam. Her hair however was expertly styled to look like it had taken five minutes. (Yeah sure

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.

She said. "You mean the lying bride?" He thundered. The queen's eyes widened in shock. The princess and her maidens ran into the queen's chambers at once. The princess fell on the queen's feet at once. "What have you done to the prince?" The queen asked in shock. "The prince didn't find the mark of the surgery on my body" she answered. The queen forced a smile turning to her son " Son... you know a woman's body is precious and because I wanted to make it remain beautiful for you, I asked the doctors to use a special chemical on her to make the scar disappear."

Princess asked. "What are you waiting for? Come in!!" She answered and watched the door. Princess walked in and she was dressed exactly like her mother. Red crop top on blu jeans and red sneakers. At the front of it was written, I AM THEIR... when she got to Rose who had her arms opened wide. Rose looked at the back and as expected what was written on the back was PRINCESS. "We are dressed like twins!!" Princess said happily while looking at her mother's clothes.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

Even as he fought, the Princess leaped into the air, her lithe body a blur as she kicked one rebel in the face before swiftly pivoting and plunging her sword into the next. As the battle raged on, the Princess noticed that the Crown Prince had taken a blow to his arm. "Leon!" she cried out in concern, but to her relief, he managed to take down the offender before collapsing to his knees, visibly tired and injured. Despite the perilous situation, the Masked Princess felt a sense of pride and admiration for the Crown Prince, who fought with such unwavering determination.

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.

She hurried over to the small closet and peeked inside. The dress was hanging in the closet, wrapped in plastic. It was beautiful, of course. A soft blue cocktail dress made of silky fabric with an embroidered bodice. It was a dress fit for a princess. But not for long. Sophia didn’t waste any time before she pulled the scissors from her pocket and got to work. She cut methodically, destroying the dress piece by piece. She ensured that it couldn’t be repaired; she cut at odd angles, ripped apart the embroidery, and even partially extended her wolf’s claws to shred at the neckline until it was in tatters.