Princess Honey Novels & Stories

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Hazel pinched the bridge of her nose. I only shook my head and reached for the toast. Truly, I had no idea what constellation this child had fallen out of into my house. Certainly not the same planet as ordinary people. “Look at this.” Rhea turned to Salma like she was seeking expert testimony. “Look at how she treats us after we bought her stickers, gelato, and that little dress.” Salma poured orange juice into my glass without blinking. “Princess is consistent.” “She’s a tiny monster,” Hazel said.

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

Dorothy said, “Why are they recording a woman? Weren’t you guys talking about a Stone Ganbling Prince? Is she the prince then?” Beatrice replied, “Of course not, Sis. Do you not know who this woman is? This woman really is something else, you’ll definitely be shocked. She has a nickname—Princess Fleur.” “Princess Fleur?” Dorothy paused for a brief moment before exclaiming. “You’re saying, she’s Waltz Fleur from Thousand Miles Conglomerate?”

Sophia Kingston commented making Hazel confused. "Eh? But I am not a mom, beautiful. Will you promise me that you will be a just princess and not bully anyone?" Hazel Lincoln asked the little girl smiling. "I will but you have to also promise me something. Okay?" The little girl said with hopeful eyes. Her eyes held hope whereas her mind was planning a whole game. Hazel looked at the little girl confused before nodding her head, "okay princess what is it?" "My daddy is very handsome and charming. He is like a prince. Really! But sadly he doesn't have wife....Can you please marry my dad and become my mom? Pretty please..." Sophia Kingston said in innocent voice but her mind was full of plan.

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

I looked away from him before paying my attention to that person. “Come in!” I said in a loud voice. After saying that, the door was pushed open and Honey went inside with a newspaper in her hand. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I’m completely not a fan of newspapers so I don't see any reason for Honey to just bring one for me. But my questions were soon answered when she opened it for me and I saw the content of the news. My eyes widened, seeing me in the photo with Zehan. “The Zabelle's heiress was seen at the fashion event with the Savannah’s princess!” I read the subject of the news. “What the hell is this?! The Savannah's what?!”