Princess Hours Drama Novels & Stories

Third POV “A princess can't post a photoshopped video.” She said to herself. She took a second glance at the video, even pausing it at the familiar guy and it happened to be Adrian. There was that deep shock that cascaded over her. She played the video again, wishing it's not real but then it was even all over the news the moment she left I*******m. “Gosh!” Princess Sophia has found her Prince Charming after several years of unsuccessful love stories.

He asked. “She fainted,” I replied, letting out a deep sigh. “The princess must be exhausted from everything that happened in the last twenty hours, plus before today, they were also on the run, trying to escape those who wanted her dead.” “What do you know about Alpha Kael?” He asked out of nowhere. Since I wasn’t expecting this question, I swiftly turned around. I forgot he was standing so close that my body immediately arched backward so I wouldn’t bump into him. I also forgot I had a bed on the other side, but the prince was fast enough to encircle his arm around my back and pull me upward so I didn’t fall into the sleeping princess.

Did the government house and political bodies finally approve a prank day where everyone goes around to prank others? "You heard me and I know you heard me loud and clear. The princess was found dead at noon time yesterday" Xisuthra said. It was impossible because Pishtu had run into the princess yesterday when she was going on her usual afternoon stroll. She had been kind as she always was. "But..." Pishtu began. "Now is no time for tales and stories," Xisuthra said cutting him off. "We have found someone who looks exactly like the princess. She is going to pose as the princess until the Emperor finds a solution to the problem at hand Xisuthra adds.

' Princess: 'HR is gonna have a field day with you. I chuckled and replied back, she didn't like to wait and who am I to do so? Me: 'Wait till they hear how I fuck you.' Princess: 'Like a little bitch? I could have told them that myself.' Me: 'You're in for it when I'm back.' Princess: 'Better keep your promises.' She attached another photo of her in the sexy outfit. This time she sat in front of her mirror, her top gone and her legs spread for me to see her clothed core. I physically ached to not be able to taste her, it pissed me off more that I was far away.

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

It was too much. “You were right to say her leaving was unfortunate. But that’s the understatement of the year.” Scott tilted his head like a curious dog. “What do you mean?” And just like that, the power of the conversation shifted back into my hands. Around us, the other rogues perked up, their interests piqued. “She’s the princess,” I said. “The Alpha King’s daughter. The one they all thought was gone.” Scott’s smirk faltered, and for a second, I thought he might actually understand the gravity of what I’d just said. A few of the onlooking rogues gasped around us. They were being rewarded for their loyalty by being some of the first to know.

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

"Princess, wake up", Charles shook his daughter gently. "Dad, I don't want to get out of bed today", she replied. "Why?" She sat down and face her Dad. "I'm nervous, Dad." Charles smiled. "Don't be nervous, princess. Just get up and get dressed. It's past noon. You haven't even eaten breakfast yet." "I'm not hungry." He chuckled. "I get it. Get dressed and be down in 30 minutes."

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.