Princess Fiction Novels & Stories

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

Joel merely chuckled, trying to win her over, and lightly patted Primrose's back before responding. "You said the content of the story didn't matter, right? Besides, fairy tales are products of imagination." Primrose continued to listen reluctantly, her eyes closed. The plot was beyond her imagination, causing her to turn her gaze toward Joel with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "So, the young princess had to do chores like a servant under the rule of the stepmother, who was in charge of the kingdom. She had to do laundry and clean the house, and she was no longer allowed to wear beautiful clothes. Even during lavish balls, she wasn't allowed to participate and had to stay alone in her

I was getting hungry too. After serving the three princesses with the cookies, just like before, their orders came one after another. "Aveline, pick me some flowers," Princess Octavia said. "Aveline, get me some romantic books from the library," Princess Meliora said. "Aveline, comb my hair," Princess Viviana said. "Aveline" "Aveline" "Aveline" I AM very exhausted as I sit on the edge of my bed. It made a creak sound. I wiped the sweat off my face with an old rag. It's torn and very thin.

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

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

As they turned onto the final set of stairs atop of the grand staircase, all heads in the room turned towards the two beauties. "Announcing the entrance of her majesty, Queen Thea and her highness, Princess Elaine." One of the herald announced as the pair descended the remaining set of stairs. Finally breaking away from her mother, Elaine made her way through the crowd to find her best friend, Isabel. Spotting her short ginger hair amongst the seas of black, brown and blonde hair, Elaine found Isabel near the exit. Having been so busy recently she hadn't managed to get the chance to speak to her yet. The fairy friend stopped in her tracks when she heard her name being called, and spun around

He was repeatedly failing in his efforts and was frustrated when smoke started to fill his tent. He was shocked and attracted. His clothes and bed were set on fire. He wanted to move to save himself, but he was trapped in an invisible grip. In the tent those three princesses were standing together wearing their beautiful silk dresses. Three identical and very beautiful, tall and delicate princesses. Prince Zalari began to believe every story about whom he told. "You cannot read our thoughts. Queen Renam has already surrounded us with her power so that you cannot play with our minds.” Princess Fiona told him with a smile and cleared his confusion. She was standing with her hands straight towa

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"...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--" I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it. "...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."

I almost tried to follow her when another conversation broke out, making me halt and stay to listen. “Duchess Fiona’s niece, you said?” Another woman, who sat in front of me, asked her companion, “You mean Princess Erhys Bescheil, the late Crown prince’s only daughter?” Wait, what? “I heard the Prince was a traitor. He was the one who started the revolt thirteen years ago, freeing those treacherous dragons.” “Because of her father's deceitful act, the crown prince’s castle--- the Beischel residence, was looted and almost everyone related to him was executed. They also decreased the number of maids serving that residence to one. I pity that one soul.”