Princess Jasmine Novels & Stories

“That Sharp tongue of yours.....The court’s been far too quiet without you around to stir things up.” His gaze then shifted smoothly to Zayla, a warm and clearly interested smile tugging at his lips. “And this must be the talented daughter you’ve been telling me about.” Varian grinned proudly. “Yes, Your Majesty. This is Jasmine.” Zayla bowed immediately, keeping her voice soft and respectful. “It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty.” King Faelar looked her up and down, clearly impressed. He leaned closer to Varian and spoke in a loud, playful whisper that Zayla could still hear perfectly.

It's not late at night. Princess Jasmine took a walk in the palace gardens. She intends to calm herself from the annulment of their engagement. Previously, she really wanted to refuse the engagement, which seemed very sudden. However, after seeing and talking for several hours with Prince Alessandro, she became fascinated by the advantages that the prince had in him. He is a polite, innocent, brave though a little careless. But it wasn't a big problem for her. She can still tolerate it.

I laugh a little Is she the one we have been waiting for” the lady beside Grace asked Yes she’s the one our princess” The lady was looking at me funny, I felt rather uncomfortable Amelia this is our childhood friend, Jasmine, jasmine this is Amelia Damien’s wife and the princess of this castle” I stretched out my hand to shake her out of curtsey “Hi it’s nice to meet you” still holding my hand she didn’t have the courtesy to say hi “I’m Damien’s family friend and ex girlfriend…sorry only girlfriend I’ve been abroad all this time but now I’m back” she looked at me the way my step mother looks at me “ugly”

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

“Let’s see what Prince Charming picked out.” Inside were several outfits — elegant, understated, but expensive enough to make Jasmine’s hands tremble. They settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers and matching heels. Jamie insisted on light makeup — “soft but lethal” — and curled her hair into loose waves. When Jasmine finally looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked composed. Polished. Like someone who belonged to a different world. Jamie whistled. “He’s not ready.” Jasmine smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again.

The sheer scale of the event was a testament to its importance. Princess Isabella, standing beside her mother on the dais, watched the scene unfold with a composed expression. Yet beneath her regal exterior, a storm of emotions brewed. Dressed in a gown of flowing white silk contrasted beautifully with intricate gold embroidery, she looked every inch the princess—dignified, radiant, and untouchable. Her light golden hair, styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her icy blue eyes, inherited from her mother, shone with determination and guarded resolve.

The air changed instantly as they all inhaled at once taking in my scent, i know they can smell the Princes on me, the sudden drop in temperature as a result of that realisation made my skin prickle with dread. A frown appeared on the Queen’s face, turning her motherly happy smile into a snarl as she gave me a thorough scrutiny, her eyes stripped away my confidence piece by piece. One of the ladies behind her dressed in an expensive pinkish tweed short gown gasped in shock. “Mother, met Jasmine, our mate. We met her in Ivory Spire.” “Your what…?” she cut him off, her voice came out shocked, sharp enough to cut through the silence that had now engulfed the entrance as everyone stared at me in

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it. On the other side of the kingdom, nestled in a grand castle adorned with roses and ivy, lived Princess Isabella. Her radiant beauty was likened to the sunrise, with cascading golden locks that seemed to catch the light and warm hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Isabella was known for her unwavering kindness and her skill in playing the harp. Her melodies danced through the halls of her castle, bringing joy to everyone who listened.

Inside Theo’s Palace Fisting her green gown, Jasmine slowly descended the stairs and ambled to the kitchen with precarious steps. Things had been only worsening since the day she became a member of the royal family. Though her in-laws, Christian and Christina care for her, the enmity between George and her has still not ended yet. He wouldn’t spare a minute ridiculing her. He would ignore her presence in front of everyone but whenever their paths crossed, he would load her with buckets of taunts, threats, and the things which would be enough to kill her alive.