Princess Ella's Novels & Stories

The tribe princess’s long black hair dances with the wind while she had her animal robe off her body, revealing those ancient strange engravings on both of her shoulders down to her hands. “Ye shall have the decency to invite us together since the view are breathtaking from here.” The young prince snarled which made both the rest of the royal highnesses snapped their heads on his direction. “I do not think ye are fond of any forestry scenes, brother.” Came a reply from the elder prince. “The princess seems to know the place so we come here.”

A woman stepped onto the tarmac, her golden-blonde hair whipping in the wind, her eyes shielded by oversized Chanel sunglasses. "Mama! Is this where the bad king lives?" A small boy, barely four years old but with a sharp, familiar jawline, tugged at her trench coat. Beside him, a little girl with a matching face gripped a stuffed rabbit. Elara—now known to the world as Ella V., the Empress of Scents—looked at the skyline of the city that had broken her. "Yes, Leo," she said, her voice like velvet and steel. "But the king doesn't matter anymore. We're here to take his crown."

“And, wow.” I touch the necklace automatically. “Don’t.” Tessa’s eyes shine. “I’m just saying… wow.” Elara arrives next, chin lifted like she’s walking into a ballroom rather than a guarded garden. Her scent is controlled, floral, and ambitious. “Princess Abby,” she says. “Elara,” I answer. Lia stands at my other side like an anchor. “Remember rule five,” she murmurs, too softly for anyone else to hear. “Never alone,” I whisper back.

Pompous Ass flashed Ryden a grin that made me want to punch him. “Oh, yes. You'll be quite lucky, the talk of the town.” My hands clenched into fists, and I gritted my teeth, feeling helpless and hopeless. “I look forward to meeting them,” Ryden said, because there wasn't really any other way. Cheerful Dick and Pompous Ass grinned. That was when Ryden's mother made a reappearance, a small petite blonde girl at her side. “Ryden, this is Her Royal Highness, Ellie, from England. The princess is eager to meet you.”

William said softly, pulling out the chair for me. Reluctantly, I nodded and took the seat, with William settling into the chair beside me. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying the governor's party far more than I had expected. It was filled with exquisite food, lively entertainment, and warm laughter. Sitting beside the governor and his family felt surprisingly comfortable, their hospitality making me feel at ease. "The chef makes the best shrimp. You must try it, Sophia," Ophelia said, pushing a plate toward me with a kind smile. She then turned to William. "You too, sir," she added, noticing that he had only taken a small portion of the wings.

Bianca My morning coffee grew cold as I stared at the headline: “ROYAL PLAYBOY RETURNS! PRINCE ISAAC’S WILD NIGHT WITH ELLA.” Beneath it were photos that made my stomach turn. Isaac, eyes glazed and half-lidded, dancing with Ella at the club. In one photo, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his. In another, they stumbled along the beach together, laughing, his arm around her shoulders.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Breaking her gaze fully from the man, she poured more drink into her glass cup and gulped its contents in one go. “We should drink ourselves till we can’t anymore. It’s been so long since we had fun,” Ella suggested. “Right! I was about to suggest that.” “Here. Tada,” Ella exclaimed, bringing out two bottles of wine from the side and dropping it on their table.” “H..How did you get this?” “You don't know me anymore? I'm Ella, the queen of la la la things.” “Hmm. What can I say to the queen? Let's have some more drinks then.”

“Ariel is staying alive, playing whatever role they ask of her, avoiding torture and imprisonment. I’m proud of her – it’s clever, hard work, and I’m not sure I’d be capable of it.” “Are –“ Rafe sputters, looking around the room. “Am I the only one who read the article!? They’re claiming her as a Princess of Atalaxia! They’re saying she’s going to have a ceremony with this Prince Gabriel character, that –“ “Rafe,” Ella says, her voice low in warning, her eyes shifting to Jackson. “That he’s her mate!” Rafe finishes, throwing his arms wide, outraged. Jackson goes cold at this. Because…what? Her…her mate?

He gives William one last look before exiting the room. ¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ Ella runs a fashion designing company called, ELLA'S LUXURY. Most of her clients are celebrities and her products are also sold outside the country. Although most of the money she uses in financing her business is her father's but she's also talented and knows very how the right designs to produce. She works very hard and most times end up overworking herself. Since her husband does not always there for her, she either drowns herself in alcohol or her job.