Princess Justice Novels & Stories

I could tell she was freaking out on the inside as she kept entwining her little manicured fingers. "For a princess like you, you don't have to work at a café, I just did you a favour, don't I at least deserve a thank you? " I asked her but I know she's super mad. I just wanted to tease her a little so she'd roll her damn beautiful eyes. No harm. And did I just call her princess? What is happening to me? Then she did it again and I couldn't help but compliment the adorable act. "You know, that's what makes you more beautiful than you already are. When you roll your eyes, that blue shade turn gray for 2 seconds." I could tell she was shocked since gasped and walked away before I could say a

Okay, come with, Xena," Janet said with a sweet smile on her face. After taking her to the wash room and handing her some clothes, Janet came to interrogate Levi about the newly found girl. "Don't give me that look, it's nothing like that. I just decided to help her," Levi said honestly, to which Janet didn't believe. "Well I say, she seems right for you, besides the princess always marries her savior right?" "No she's not a princess and I didn't save her I just, ahhg, you know what? Why don't you prepare this table for breakfast okay?"

she said softly. Sam voice turned, surprised. “I know,” Jasmine continued. “He doesn’t understand yet.” A pause. “But he will.” Jasmine– POV I looked between them the screen and Debbie “What don’t I understand?” I asked. Silence. That kind of silence again. The one that means— You’re about to hear something you won’t like. Debbie stepped closer. “That girl…” she said. “Princess Bella.” I nodded slightly. “What about her?” “She’s not just a messenger,”Debbie said.

You know that uneasy feeling you get when something big is about to happen? I was getting that feeling now. Alyana and I looked at each other when we were interrupted by another female voice that we weren’t familiar with. “Princess,” she called out, “Everything has been updated, and the principal is waiting for you.” “Princess?” Alyana asked. “Yes, Princess, Brianna Althea Davenport, Princess of Norrustra.” Alyana and I turned our heads so fast we thought our necks would break as we looked at Brie.

NASH’S P.O.V. I don’t know whether to be offended or feel proud when they said princess would definitely beat me… but considering they are talking about my mate, I should be proud, right! ‘Of course,’ Zues growled in my head. ‘Let’s go and see how well our mate fights…’ and without my own volition, Zues pushed me forward and literally dragged my feet towards the place that her scent was leading us to. Loud fighting noises were issuing from a field nearby and I saw princess fighting there. She had two large sticks in her hands and was fighting four girls at a time.

A crystal glass rested between her perfectly manicured fingers, catching the evening sunlight. She waved me over with the grace of someone used to being obeyed and instructed a maid to bring me something to drink. No pleasantries. No small talk. She got straight to the point. “So,” she began, “tell me more about Justice. Does he really not have a surname? No family?” There it was. The hook. All I had to do was feed her curiosity. Stir it a little more. I forced a sheepish look onto my face. “Actually, to be honest with you, Princess… I don’t know anything about Justice.”

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure. The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble." However, she was a brilliant field analyst, with many packs utilizing her expertise in combating rogues and thwarting human attacks. The Second Princess, Drina Becca Rain, was the more reserved type, always in the shadow of her older sister.

A parent shouted, raising a fist. “Down with the mistress! Teach her some shame!” another yelled. Fueled by Fiona’s instigation, the crowd lost all rationality. “Everyone here can testify!” Fiona shouted, one hand on her hip, the other pointing at Leo’s foot. “We’re just standing up for justice and protecting our school environment!” “As for her…” She pointed straight at me. “If she doesn’t make the child apologize today and admit his vanity corrupted others, I’ll expose everything online!” I wrapped my arms around Leo protectively. “No, he’s innocent. He just likes—”