Princess Fiction Novels & Stories

It sounded as if they were trying to respond, but he gave them no opportunity, “I am Prince Markmannon Orvis, son of the great King Orvis and the true queen of Kurr. My claim to the throne is far stronger than yours, Mandrake. Since the princess agreed to marry me prior to learning of your claim to her, and considering my royal lineage, I’d say your agreement with her mother and father is null and void.” I flew into the kitchen. “How long?” I said, “How long have you been lying to me?” Mark wore a look of surprise as he tried his best to regain his composure. “Good day, Princess,” Drake said softly. “I trust you are better?” “I was until I heard the bullshit coming out of this son-of-a-bit

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.”

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

"Once upon a time, there is a little Princess who doesn't believe in romance. The Princess have a boring life with a colorful and cheerful friends. Thosw friends of her that makes her high school life a little better. Until one day, the little Princess left something important in the wild forest. The little Princess wants to take what she hade left in the forest. But when she came back, It was already gone making her sad. Not until she met Prince Charming who luckily have her magical notebook. It was the start of her love story with the Prince. Because the Prince is not as sweer as he should be, the little Princess started to think that all of her accusations about Princes were true. They a

Because you see, this princess wasn't made for Prince Charming. She wasn't made for all things good in the world. No, this princess was made for me. So in this fairy tale, Prince Charming doesn't win. And the princess doesn't get to choose. My little flower for my eyes only. I'll pluck her petals and watch her die. Because in this fairy tale the villain wins. And I will make the princess MINE!' –Q. Holt

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

, just what she was looking for. She took the book to a nearby table and sat, pulling a candle close by. She skimmed through the introduction and discusses the establishment of the Kingdom and the first royal family. Aynyra continued flipping through a couple of generations to the young Prince in love with the Fae princess from another kingdom. There wasn't much information, as with all the other books she had combed through.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

she remarked, her tone filled with unchecked cynicism. He laughed softly. "Didn't you like princesses at least when you were younger?" "Obviously, not. I've never been a fan," she replied evenly. "Princesses put way too many strange delusions in little girls' heads." "Strange delusions?" "The delusion that a prince in white shining armor will come to rescue you when things get tough. Princes do not exist in real life. Little girls should know this before it's too late. Now, shall we go eat?"

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"