Princess Lady Glitter Sparkles Novels & Stories

Once I’m done shopping for my needs, I buy a great amount of glitter that has Mason looking at me like I’ve gone mad, but I appreciate that he doesn’t ask me anything about it. When we arrive back at the castle, I thank Mason for his assistance and head to my room. Maddy is not around as expected. She thought I was joking when I told her I was done being the bigger person between and now she’s going to see that I wasn’t. I lock the door from inside to make sure she cannot let herself in even with her key and then take out the glitter. Her laptop is the first item I bedazzle. I pour it all over the keyboard, making sure it gets into her keys and all over the screen. I make sure glitter gets i

I obey, and the mirror greets me with a reflection that still startles me. The girl staring back is not the plain princess who once walked into court unnoticed. She wears velvet the color of night, vines of silver trailing across her gown, and pearls soft as dew clinging to her sleeves. My gowns are no longer simple, they are statements, alive and daring. Lina steps back with a little gasp. “You look… breathtaking. Truly. People say you’ve become more glamorous than any royal in Aerithia. Some even call you the queen reborn.”

"Tsk, tsk. How impressive you look, Sir Chester. How dare you detain people on my territory? Have I, Princess Daintybells, lost the love of my father? Is that why I'm being bullied?" A golden gauze billowed in the breeze. A beautiful young woman who looked noble, with half her breasts exposed, was seen inside. Her hair was pulled back high with a glittering hairpin in it. The luxurious hairpin was engraved with a huge, white jewel. Her makeup was elegant. There was a golden glittering tear-shaped ornament at the corner of her eye. Her eyes were black and bright, and there was a lively air about her. "You really know how to joke around, Princess Daintybells. I was worried you'd get ambushed b

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.

The cloth featured a subdued yet shimmering design that caught the light and sent tiny sparks of green and gold all about the room. The strands of her hair caught the light and shimmered like spun gold as they fell down her back in lovely loose curls. Her hair was fashioned in this way so that it cascaded down her back. Her head was adorned with a dainty tiara made of diamonds and emeralds, and it sparkled beautifully in the gentle, warm light of the room. Her makeup was understated and sophisticated, drawing attention to her already stunning natural features without competing with them. Her lips were painted in a beautiful, glossy shade of rose pink, and her eyes were lined with a touch of

His dark hair brushed his shoulders, his eyes bright and alive as he turned toward the woman standing before him — Lyra. She looked breathtaking, her gown made of flowing silver silk that caught the candlelight with every breath she took. Her skin glowed like the moon itself, and the delicate jewels around her neck shimmered with soft, ethereal light. The hall fell into silence. The prince’s hand trembled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box covered in blue velvet. Inside lay a silver ring, crowned with a single crystal that glowed faintly — not from the light around, but from something within.

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

While I slept, she painted my nails a bold, cherry red. And she stuck glittery sequins and mermaid stickers on the back of my phone. Each time I caught a glimpse of her mischievous smile, I felt a kind of strange relief, as if a small part of the crushing weight on my shoulders had been lifted. The chaos she brought was a breath of fresh air in my suffocating world. Every time she tested me with one of her stunts, I would use it as an excuse to take her. I would claim her wherever we were, the bed, the office desk, the backseat of the car, the bathroom.

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

“Princess slow dow—“ Hope stumbled in, all wide eyes and radiant beauty. Her hair, black and glossy has been curled delicately at the ends and tied back in a high ponytail that bounced with every step. Her gown was a miniature version of mine. Royal blue, but crafted for a princess. Layers of soft tulle, tiny silver sparkles, and a little pair of silver slippers with the smallest heel. She looked magical. Like the moon’s own daughter. Her jade jewelry matched mine, delicate and shimmering and she proudly lifted her wrist for me to see the bracelet before twirling once.