Princess Lexie Clips Novels & Stories

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Ella POV The bustling noise of the shopping center’s food court was drown out by the sound of Lexie’s excited voice. Her tray of food was mostly ignored in favor of conversation. Her bright blue eyes were filled with excitement as she rattled off every thought that came to her mind. “And then the princess had to fight the dragon, but she didn’t have a sword, so she used magic! I think that’s way cooler than a sword, don’t you?” Lexie’s little hands waved animatedly as she told her story, her gaze locked on Alexander, who listened with rapt attention.

“Meet Misfit,” Luke says helpfully, though he’s already halfway to the window, peeking out at the helicopter pad like there might be something interesting going on. There’s not. His own stuffed toy is dangling at his side like a discarded piece of cloth. The poor dinosaur doesn’t get an introduction. “He’s a secret demon warlock and knows how to use a sword.” Leyla squeals. “That’s so cool!” “And this is Princess Pixelbrain,” Lili says, proudly holding up her bunny like a sacred offering. “She has her own tiara, does ballet, and probably runs an empire. Also, she likes cheese puffs.”

Without any invitation of wanring. He looked stunning in his royal attire, she thought, cheeks as red as a plum, His dark hair neatly scraped back, eyes sparkling with amusement. Prince Lexington slightly lowered his head and smiled. “Good evening, Princess Amelia.” He said in his deep voice that didn’t fail to get her heart fluttering it wings. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Amelia felt a surge of panic as she realized how she must look to him. Yes it was late at night but Celia was a freak of beauty so her hair was still in curlers, her face covered in green mud that hadn’t been washed out yet, her robe barely covering her underwear. She looked like a clown who had just escaped from a ci

Her eyes are red and veins are still shown in her eyes which is vanishing slowly. " Don't mind her. She's such a stupid princess," Jacen commented. " I know that. She must be a rich idiot since her birth. She spoiled my mood on the very first day." the girl spoke frustratedly and rubbed the dirt off her dress. " It's not spoiled. Come with us. Change your mood," I cheered her up and smiled a little. " Sure. Iam Leona Lewis," she shook my hand and after introducing us I felt like I got friends before the classes begin. The hall went silent when Queen Victoria stood up and everyone got settled in their place. Queen Victoria took the mic to talk.

They dropped their leather bags onto the wet granite counter, instantly unzipping them with a synchronized click. "I am literally telling you, it is not even a contest," Chloe said, pulling out a sleek, forbidden tube of bright crimson lipstick, completely ignoring the massive ‘No Makeup On School Premises’ sign pasted right next to the mirror. "Liam is the blueprint. He’s like, actual prom king material. Did you see him in his jersey today? The shoulders? I nearly died right there by the trophy case."

In the first clip, Andrea was on the phone in the hallway, saying, "The car accident was a setup..." The word "setup" exploded in Byron's ears. He jerked violently as blood rushed to his head. In the second clip, Claire's voice came through clearly by the lake. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess..." In the video, Claire's leg was perfectly fine. Her words were sharp and cruel, nothing like the fragile, helpless, innocent act she put on in front of him. What came out of Claire's mouth next made his legs buckle. He couldn't stand and collapsed to his knees.

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.

I was tired, sleepy and irritated. “We cannot wait any longer, the ceremony has to start.” King Conri said as he stood up. His eyes darted to Areli who nod her head. “Princess Zisealer, please come over.” King Conri mentioned. I had a feeling I would not like what was about to happen. “Her mate needs to be here, who will undress her?” Alpha Silver asked. “I will.” The king’s voice boomed as I reached him. I couldn’t help but cling to my clothes.

She said with a perfect imitation. She tied her hair up in a bun before continuing... - Allow me to introduce myself... I am Princess Mirabelle of... What was her last name again? She thought for a moment before remembering that Mirabelle hadn't told her... She would ask her the next day... She could G****e it... She grabbed her phone and accessed the G****e search engine... ***