Princess House Cookware Novels & Stories

I guess the painkillers were working. But his body was still too hot. If only I could ice him down. I surveyed the dimmed room. His bedroom was… ridiculously opulent. I hadn't been in here before, And the house alone held memories of the first time I saw him get hard. Everything was pristine. The king-sized bed, the sleek, modern furniture, the ridiculously soft-looking pillows—it all screamed rich man with no time for clutter. Even his nightstand was organized, with a gold-rimmed clock, a single book, and the heavy scent of wealth and spices clung to the air, it was intoxicating and yet irresistible.

she politely asked and the Dark Prince accepted of course. They sat under one of the gazebos and the princess requested for some tea. They didn't wait long before they were served with a pot filled with tea and some biscuits to go with it. "We brought the chocolate chip biscuits as well, Your Highness. Here." The maid servant said as she placed the small jar on the table in front of the princess. It was Aeval's favorite. She gave the servant a wide smile before thanking all of them. "Aren't you excited." Prince Phoenix observed.

I went inside the kitchen and was greeted by the more maids, who all don't plan on telling me their names. "Good morning, Princess." One maid greeted me. I gave her a nod and greeted her back. Being called Princess was a little weird for me since I always act unlady-like. She led me to a table and served me my meal. My mouth watered at the sight of eggs, bacon and bread. "Princess, if you need anything. Just ask me." She said. "Why won't any of the maids talk to me?" I asked. No response. "Okay nevermind. Thank you." I said.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

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."

The store owner, an elderly woman, approached with her elegant dark wooden cane, bowed her head, and placed her hand on her chest. "I greet Your Highness, the first princess of Arventia, Princess Camellia Arventia." As soon as she finished greeting me, the others did the same. "I apologize, Your Highness, I wasn't prepared for your illustrious visit to my store," the lady said, showing me the way to the back of her huge store. "I should apologize for showing up without making an appointment, but this is an extremely important matter." We passed through a heavy burgundy velvet curtain that hid a discreet room with the store's most exclusive dresses and jewels.

I asked softly. “I’ve heard nothing from the King. So until then, you will be working with me in the Kitchens. Do you know how to cook?” She asked. I nodded my head, which made the maids stop and look at me curiously. I let out a giggle. “I love to cook. I used to help Lillian when I could get away with it. Before her Mother passed, she taught me her best dishes.” I said. “That’s very surprising for a Princess.” One of the maids said.

Pete goes back to digging his head in the fridge again while Lisa looks at him blankly Lisa sighs; But Beth you know that my master is very strong and she could not really bear it, she is weak, you did not see her condition when I entered her a little while ago, her condition was deplorable, it was as if she had been brutally raped a house from the refrigerator alone; Lisa, don't meddle in what doesn't concern you so you don't get punished, then we all know that my master is a monster and of course he will do it brutally, this is a self-evident and taken for granted so don't talk too much Suddenly they hear the sound of intermittent loud screams as the two run out of the kitchen to discover

She gazed at the mountain emblem stitched on their sleeves, her face darkening. “The tea’s too bland,” says the princess without even drinking from her cup, and shoves the pastry aside. “I want the main course, have it served by someone else. I don’t want to see your ugly faces when I have my meal.” The serving maids muttered an apology then rushed off to the kitchen and helped the others. They had prepared several types of seafood which they were told the princess enjoys in the South—famous for their oils and fish. Another pair of attending maids returned with the dishes, all served in golden platters and silver cutleries.

I cannot put them back on. I didn't have the order to touch the oils, so I leave the bathroom and head back to the opulent bedroom. The Princess sits on the edge of the big bed, legs closed and back straight. She is dressed in white silk robes which makes her look like a stunning goddess, one that is extremely dangerous if upset.