Princess Ella's Novels & Stories

"Speak of the devil." I follow his gaze and immediately wish I hadn't. Princess Elara emerges from the palace, accompanied by Lord Caspian of the Eastern Kingdoms. Even from across the courtyard, I can see her animated expression as she speaks, the way she gestures gracefully with her hands. She's wearing that deep blue gown that makes her eyes look like amethysts, and her silver hair catches the morning sunlight like fire. Fucking beautiful. Always has been, even when we were kids and she used to trail after Alexander and me, demanding to be included in our adventures.

Damon The guards opened the chamber doors without a word, and Ella swept in like she’d been given a choice in the matter. Her gown was pearl-colored silk, too fine for a war room and too soft for the cruelty she carried. Her hair was pinned with mother-of-pearl combs, her lips curved in a smile I would take pleasure in breaking. She dipped a shallow curtsy. “Your Majesty.” I didn’t return the greeting. “Close the doors,” I said, eyes never leaving her. “No one comes in.”

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

The Alpha Princess had a sarcastic air about her that was honestly a nice reprieve from all of the giggling and useless conversation I had become used to with the sort of women who were interested in me. “Yes, an apology,” I replied. “For being an ass. And for coming at you with this event last minute.” Ella said nothing, but I could see how she surreptitiously reached for the opal pendant around her neck, touching it delicately. In the dim light of the stairwell, I could see how her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink upon touching it. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did really like it. And it suited her.

She wore a pink satin dress, and the diamond on her engagement ring gleamed. “I’m always late.” Lysandra waved off their remarks with a gentle smile, her voice soft yet teasing. “Peggy, Eleanor, it’s not the 1300s anymore. A little tardiness can spare me some drama.” Princess Lysandra II of Eldoria was the youngest and only daughter of the royal family. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the light, her silver hair swept into a soft volume, with a single braid cascading down her back. A tiara nestled atop her head. Bold green eyes framed by delicate freckles gave her a vibrant allure, while her full lips, painted red, added a touch of regality. She wore a U-neck emerald-green gown that h

Brett said as he helped out. Ella was on the queen bed while staring at the closet full of clothes just for her. She never had thought of being treated like a Princess even here. She has been treated like a Princess because of her alluring face. Even her step-brothers would try to assault her. She’s terrified and runs off but she was captured just recently by unknown people. Their lascivious eyes were on her and she wished that she was less attractive. Just recently, they claimed that she’s an omega. She never wanted to be one. This beautiful unit was now her comfort zone. She made sure that she had double locks and that the people here were nice.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

A sense of peace rushes over me as Ella hops down the stairs and folds her arms over her chest. “I ran out of paint, and Aunt Poppy’s solution was to have me crush seashells for hours on end to make my own.” Ella examines her nails and eyes me skeptically until we hear the front door firmly shut. “Why is Princess Lorena of Windsong Gorge meeting privately with you?” “I am going to propose to her–” Ella scoffs, then breaks out in a sharp laugh that echoes through the foyer. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I didn’t think you were actually going to go through with this!”

I’ll be there," Lisa said and went to her car. At one of the country's leading modeling agencies Ella had gone to try her luck, shehad toget back on the limelight and would do anything for it. She won't let herself be defeated just because of her family situation. Ella headed to the hall where the interview was being conducted, she however wasn't let in since she hadn't been shortlisted for the interview. Ella would not let herself give up, she knew other fruitful ways to get things done. She immediately made a phone call. Ella made her way into the penthouse swaying her hips side to side seductively, her perfect body would be her bargaining power. Women had been said to have caused the fall

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...