Princess Fiction Novels & Stories

I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you." "Really?" She grinned, and I nodded. Taking a moment before I continued, "Once upon a time, there was a little princess called Ariana." "Hey, that’s my name! The princess has my name!" she exclaimed excitedly, and I nodded, "Yes, she does." As I began weaving the tale, I described how Princess Ariana lived in a sparkling castle surrounded by beautiful gardens and friendly animals. She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn.

she says. "Stop it, Duchess Winter," Prince Patrick says. "No. If you really want the two kingdoms to remain friends. Zoey better know the truth." Duchess Winter says, putting an end to Prince Patrick's words. "What is it?" I ask, bored. "Long story short, Prince Patrick said all the bad things to you, so you'll break up with him. He didn't mean any of those, and he doesn't have a girlfriend back in his kingdom. Also, it was true he didn't love you, but it wasn't done deliberately. He lied to your parents to keep the two kingdoms in peace-"

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Hayden took a deep breath and continued, “The poor princess didn’t know that a man who had barged in her chamber at such an odd hour was none other than the Duke she was thirsting for. She thought of him as a stable servant. A handsome, stable servant. ‘What are your intentions?’ The Princess asked, her voice quivering when he prowled towards her. ‘I…’ The Duke, who had thought that the poor woman in nothing but a white dress was a maid, held her arm, ‘am going to ravish you.’ Stop grinning like that, Zara. This is…” “Exciting?” “No.” “Romantic?” “For the love of—” “Arousing?” He glared at me, his blue eyes steely and cold. “No, it’s none of that. I wonder why the author started the book lik

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

he grumbles, his arms crossing defensively. I laugh at that. “What princesses have you been hearing about? Belle? She literally fucked a beast and let him hold her captive to save her father. Snow White? Ran from a murderous witch and decided shacking up with seven strangers was a great idea. Ariel? Swam out of the safety of the ocean and risked everything to be near humans. Honestly, Princesses kick more ass than Princes ever do.” “You would see it that way,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

The look she gave me was enough to kill Medusa and blind a Cyclops. “Why’d you do that? We don’t know who she is or what the fuck she’s doing living alone in a place like this?” she bawled in a whisper. She kept her voice low but it still carried the same impact it would if she was yelling her ass off. She had a point especially since we had all heard about how Princess Ciara had run away from the palace and ended up being the captive of a rogue fairy. The story had a happy ending from what we were told but it still goes to show how going away from home to a strange place was a dangerous thing to do. Fuck all that, I don’t care for fairies and princesses. Barbra was all I could think about.