Princess In Other Words Novels & Stories

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

She said. “Sorry for not informing you that I am back, the queen I just arrived,” said Val. The queen smiled then suddenly saw this pretty looking girl who looked a little bit like her and wondered who the girl said. “Valarie, who is this?” Queen Claudia asked. “Sorry for not introducing you two yet well my queen this is Princess Aubrey,” Val said. “Aubrey? my daughter," Queen Claudia exclaimed.

I mirth at my own innuendos, walking behind her to get me - fixed. The cool marble of the palace stings my feet. I prefer the bare ground that tells me the reality, not the comfort of the marbles that conceal the dirty secrets of the palace. I don't hate my life - I would never hate it. It’s luxurious, fulfilling, powerful - yet constricting, and sometimes demeaning. As a princess, I am expected to be soft, and poised. People expect me to bow down and be shy, accept any prince that shows interest in me. Huh, but I built myself different - different enough to fight the prejudices of the palace.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

L’oana, on the other hand, was vocally clear with her opinion. “What the hell did you do, you fool? No… don’t answer that. One look at little Miss Princess and I can clearly see what you did. Are you out of your mind? Have you no sense at all?” she hissed as she stomped back and forth. “I have half a mind to abandon you right here and let you fend for yourselves. You obviously don’t give a fig about anyone or anything.”

"Okay, now the big question. Amaya, please tell all." "There is no way I'm going back to Prince William. He doesn't speak French. Prince Louis was funny and charming and great. The only problem was, I couldn't keep his attention. He kept looking off and flirting with other girls. He's also too jealous for me. Like he gets jealous and mad because I danced with other people. Now, if I had to pick right now, it would be Felipe. Best friend to Carlos and Emilio. He looked at me the whole time. Never once did another girl catch his eye. He's from Spain but he speaks fluent French. I hope I see him again. I don't think I can do a prince, mother. I'm sorry." "It's all right, sweetie. At least you f

And right now i was outside her house 4:55pm patiently waiting for her to come out As soon as it hit 5pm the front door opened and the most amazing girl, Princess and future queen of black phantom royal pack I got out of the car so i can view her clearly She was wearing simple purple high waist shorts with a pink crop top that had the word prettiest princess on it her blonde hair was on a perfect pony tail she wasn't wearing any make up like the other girls do which made her even more attractive i liked seen her natural beauty " That's my girl.." i said and she blushed " You look amazing.." i complimented and she blushed again "Thank you you too.." she said and i smiled "So shall we.." i sa

"Does your elite intellect lack the capacity to manufacture a punishment that possesses an actual shred of novelty?" The Princess and the Discard Her skin was exceptionally delicate and highly cultivated. After nothing more than a few minutes of exposure to the open tarmac, her porcelain face had already flushed a brilliant, crimson red under the toxic rays, looking exactly like a ripe, succulent peach waiting to be crushed.

"They will try to separate us. Do not eat anything they offer and do not let Lucius lead you into the Sunken Gardens." I stepped out. The crowd went quiet. I had chosen a gown of silver that seemed to move like moonlight against my skin. My hair was braided with raw Aether crystals that pulsed with a purple light. I didn't look like a wolf; I looked like an event. Prince Lucius was waiting at the top of the stairs. He looked fine dressed in gold and white. "Princess " he said, bowing low this time—though his eyes remained mocking. "Welcome to the world. I trust the altitude hasn't made you too... Dizzy?"

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.