Princess Honey Novels & Stories

My princess looks at me satisfied as she approaches me --- You were very kind, thank you-- he says touching my hair ---I would do anything for you-- I say sincerely, seeing her blush --- Well, I'm hungry, aren't you?-- asks trying to dodge the subject again --- I am, now get the yogurt, milk and strawberries that are in the fridge, I will make a very strengthening vitamin for you-- I say and my princess soon goes to the sink to wash her hands --- Yes sir-- speaks already near the fridge while picking things up and putting them on the table. The buns are already ready, the big problem is how to make the smoothie, what happened? I know what goes into a smoothie, I just don't know how to make i

Peach happily sing while walking with Prince Caspian. While the two of them is in the garden Prince Caspian ask her a question. "Which Princess do you like the most?" Little Peach smile widely and answer. "Anastasia!" Anastasia is a Princess who lost her memories. But still, Peach love her. Prince Caspian pick a yellow flower and give it to her. Peach blush. "This is for you. Princess Anastasia's gown is color yellow. And yellos suit you." Peach shyly put a strand of her hair behind her ears before accepting the flower.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

Oppositely, she has found to the presence of Anderson who slightly busy; to keep on looking to the falls. Right now, Honey decides to go back to the pathway where she is currently taking, yet she does not want to. In short, her heart is brightly looking to the prince guy. Hey! Is that you Anderson? (The guy is so shock to the smooth voice of this woman.) Yes, I am By the way, how many hours to stay here? (The woman keeps on looking to the guy, she is look attractively to him. Instead, her heart is madly looking to Eric, yet her heart has kept on looking to the guy.)

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

After the king and queen left, the maids discussed within themselves how lucky Amy was. One said, "wasn't it just yesterday that she came here as a nobody and ended up in the prince's bed? He had even kicked her out and said she was a stinking fish seller but look at her today. She is now a princess, traveling with the prince to Hawaii for her honeymoon. She is surely favored by the king and queen and I can only imagine the numerous gifts they must have given to her."

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.

" No , You are staying here , That's my final decision , Now stop complaining and get to work " Changing in pants and a top I walked out the club which was filled with people , Girls genuinely smiled at me as Ruth introduced me to them . " You'll work as a host. Joan will tell you the rest " Ruth said and she waved at me . After a brief explanation and I was given the attire to wear , It consisted of a miniskirt, stockings and shirt . I didn't like the mini skirt . But I have to work with it . I walking my way to the room Aaron order me to stay in after work when I noticed men fixing the halls on the first floor . They had to remove some doors due to the bullets .