Princess Jasmine Novels & Stories

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

Mia realised. “Marie, this is Princess Rota of Ziion, Rota this is Marie, Jays mother. Her mother bowed her head. Rota approached her and took her hands into hers. Please while we are abord this ship I am just Rota. Just consider us family. Beside you just hugged Princess Mia of Ziion my twin sister. And she laughed as Marie look surprised, then worried, then awed and then furious, everyone was on the ship by that stage and Marie turned on Jay “You had a princess, in handcuffs” she exclaimed dramatically. “Woah,” said his Dad standing behind Jay, he put his hand on Jay’s shoulder “Son we really need to talk”

She bowed her head in front of me, and then left. It was crazy how quickly I embraced my new status as a queen. It took no time to become accustomed to power. I needed to be careful. I was the salt of the earth girl. I hated tyrants, and I did not want to become one. Informing Princess Viviana, "Princess Viviana, the Father King has sought your assistance," Lady Jasmine explained. Exaggerated delight caused her to lower her head to the point where it was almost touching the concrete floor. A very public display of affection was made in this case. That's exactly how she is. She was able to keep my rage-filled outbursts under control.

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news now that we already just reconciled! She led me towards the sofa of her office. By the way, her office was just simple. Compared to my office in the United States of America, her office was just so simple. My expectations would be so gigantic and grand. Because she is the first Royal Princess. She was the next in line with the Royal King. Basically, she is the next queen so she deserved a huge space for her workplace. But moreover, I think I already know the reason behind this. Princess Catalina was never too grand when it came to her things. She would rather choose the plain and simple rather than the most grand thing that she could ever have. Betwe

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

The girl glanced shyly at Larissa as she said, "I … I'm called Jasmine White." Jasmine didn't like her own name. She always blamed her father for giving her such an embarrassing name just because she liked jasmine tea. Jasmine observed the young man in front of her carefully. She received a warm smile from him. Larissa said, "Your name sounds nice." Jasmine sobbed as Larissa complimented her name. The two guards rushed nervously to her and asked, "Ms. Jasmine, are you okay?" Jasmine quickly replied, "I'm fine."

She wore a pink satin dress, and the diamond on her engagement ring gleamed. “I’m always late.” Lysandra waved off their remarks with a gentle smile, her voice soft yet teasing. “Peggy, Eleanor, it’s not the 1300s anymore. A little tardiness can spare me some drama.” Princess Lysandra II of Eldoria was the youngest and only daughter of the royal family. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the light, her silver hair swept into a soft volume, with a single braid cascading down her back. A tiara nestled atop her head. Bold green eyes framed by delicate freckles gave her a vibrant allure, while her full lips, painted red, added a touch of regality. She wore a U-neck emerald-green gown that h