Princess In Other Words Novels & Stories

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”

I wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, baby, come lick my cunt.” One of them yelled from a dark corner. I kept asking myself while I came out of the night and I’m glad I disguised myself. I don’t want the people saying Alpha Oceana, the princess of realms, is a whore. For it was quite a taboo for a princess to be on the outskirts of her town, her palace and walking around the whores of houses.

Only half an hour left before the new year. I hesitated only for a moment when the music changed to something heady, flowing between everyone, caressing my bare arms as if urging me to dance like a sensual lover. No one was going to give me another look here. No one knew that I was Princess Nasrin, the only Princess of Maahnoor. No one would care. And if they did, they could very well go fck themselves with a stick up their ass.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

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Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

Beta Max; I’ve met ladies of various kinds. Fat, slender, short, tall, or whatever skin tone. Characters of different sorts, but never have I met a lady who was fucking sick in the head like the Princess, standing right in front of me. She was the worst of them all. Crazy, tramp, unreasonable. The worst of it was how nonchalant she was toward her fucking life. How could a princess who was given the best upbringing by a powerful man like her father, act this way? I had been fucking trying to do the maths ever since her first approach toward me. But I couldn't get an answer.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...