Princess In The Dumpster Novels & Stories

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Stepping over the pile of ash that was once my mother, I head around the desk and pick up my fathers phone. “Hello, councilman Fergus, it's Princess Lyra, we need your assistance. My father and mother chose to stop breathing and I am now in charge. Please make your way to the mansion” I hear him scoff and grumble before I hang up. I repeat this three more times to the higher ranking council members. By the time I have finished Demitri has returned and let me know that he has had some of the maids put drinks together in the lounge for everybody when they arrive.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

In order to get close to the royal family and hopefully the king, Gwen had to start with the easiest member, The princess. The plan was Lisette's idea. Every three months, unused items of the royal members and its workers were collected and dumped into the incinerator room. Now, the maids who have been assigned to princess Ella a couple of times know what to do, and what not to do, and that included that those particular shoes could not be trashed, even though they barely fit her. So Lissette cooked up this plan. She collected all the unused items from the princess's room, plus the shoes and gave the shoes to Gwen. So when the princess started to look for them, she would come out and become

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

The doors opened, and then closed behind them. Leaving the room behind in stunned silence. No music. No laughter. No mockery. Just shock. Pure. Heavy. Unbelievable shock. Because one thing was now clear to everyone in that room... Isabella wasn’t just another girl. She wasn’t just a victim. And she was not to be joked with anymore. She was now…untouchable. And anyone who dared to forget that again Would answer to him. Don Lorenzo Valenti.

My heart plummeted. My chambers were unrecognizable. Everything I owned lay scattered across the marble. My books, my gowns, my carved wooden chests, my pressed flower collection, my training blades, my ink jars, my journals. All dumped in a heap as if someone had taken a giant shovel and decided, yes, this is the appropriate method of organizing a princess’s belongings. Guards stomped across the wreckage, crushing delicate things beneath their boots. I watched one step on a jar of rare ink with such enthusiasm that he might have been auditioning for a play titled How To Ruin Aveline’s Life In Ten Easy Steps.

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

She realized I seemed to suspect something, so she decided to get rid of me as quickly as possible. The real Princess Shirley? In the end, she was discovered inside the abandoned dry well in the back garden of the princess's estate. When they rescued her, she still wore Ann's face. Even her voice had been ruined by poison. She was filthy from head to toe. However, the moment she saw me... Those dull, lifeless eyes instantly lit up again. Later, I remained at Princess Shirley's estate. Only this time… not as a prisoner, but as her savior.