Princess Maddie Novels & Stories

I asked, and Maddie finally smiled widely. “Sure! Once upon a time, there was a princess named Lilly…” she began and with every word she was happier. “You’re a talented storyteller, Maddie. Your granny would be proud of you,” I cheered her once she finished. “Do you really think so?” “I know so. Your mother would be proud, too. She loves you very much and just wants to make sure you’re safe,” I said, leading the conversation where it needed to go. I had to get Maddie home urgently, or Kira would go crazy with sorrow and worry.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Lance said to Adelaide, "I'll head to the palace. This evidence should be more than enough to strip her of her princess title." Once the princess title was revoked, she'd be reduced to a commoner, and the interrogation methods could be more severe. Speaking of interrogation, Madison knew the ins and outs better than anyone. Adelaide said, "Go on. I'll review other testimonies and investigate the nobles who've had frequent contact with Madison over the years." First on her list was Maya from the Blue Abyss Pack. Though not close to Madison during the Blue Ridge days, they'd visited her manor several times.

Sullivan sighed and said, “In that case, we will leave. There is much to do. Princess Emma, ​​King Peter, princes… With your permission.” The council offered their necks in submission and left the room. Parker looked at me and said, “Babe, are you sure what you did? Now everyone will know that Maddie is your daughter and is the heir to both thrones.” I shrugged and, taking Peter’s hand, said, “It was something that had to be done. It was time.” Peter nodded silently. Then he said, “Now, more than ever, we must keep Maddie protected.” As I listened to him, I yawned involuntarily. Peter said to me, “Am I boring you, sweetheart?”

I slumped down on my bed and let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. Maddie jumped on my bed and laid beside me. “Tell me everything!” And so I did, starting right from the beginning. • “You.. a frigging princess?” Maddie couldn’t contain her laughter. “You’re as elegant as a baby elephant”. “That’s what I said!” I couldn’t help but laugh myself at Maddie’s amusement. “That’s hilarious. I can’t wait to see this in action”. Maddie was still laughing. I rolled my eyes at her, knowing it was going to be somewhat an interesting journey.

She believes Theo but she couldn’t stop her anxiety from growing. As soon as the big front doors opened, Maddie’s mind went blank. She saw her guests looking at her. For a moment, she felt like a bride. ‘This is my special day. I should enjoy it.’ She thought as she slowly walked down the stairs. Her gown, which was created by Flora, sweeps the floor every time she takes a step. Her long straight black hair is pushed to her back, covering her bare skin. Maddie looks gorgeous as always but today, she’s more beautiful, especially with her head accessory. She’s wearing a gold halo crown which was specially-made just for Maddie. It is accentuated with pearls and there are also pearl tassels drap

“You know the people of Moonrise use any excuse to throw a festival. I am, actually, looking forward to sitting in the library alone and reading something other than dusty books about history and law, for once. The kitchen maids gave me some rather spicy recommendations for romance novels.” Jane giggles as their shadows pass my alcove. Princess Maeve walks side by side with a dainty little woman in a maid’s uniform and absolutely towers over her. Dark, thick brown hair is pulled back away from her face as the princess passes within feet of me, but she doesn’t pause, or even look over shoulder. My eyes drift down to the tight, black shorts she’s wearing. She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stom

The petite witch trudges out, wrapping a bathrobe around her body. Maddie stops a foot from him and glares up at him. She crosses her arms. She was angry, and he was about to get a lecture. "Why the hell are you avoiding her, Luke? I thought you acted odd yesterday, but now that the lass told me you were her mate, I am baffled. All you talk about is finding your second-chance mate, and now here she is, on a silver platter! What is with the attitude?" Luke cringes at Maddie's tone. She can get scary when she's angry. "She's a faerie Mads. The girl is standoffish and uppity. I can't stoop so low as to mate with a faerie."

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.

Without even bothering to get to know who I am first, she's already insinuating that I might be one of the sluts fucking with the jerk next to her. “Forgive me darling,” she chirps to me and flashes her teeth in a wide smile as she springs up on a kneeling position on the sofa, stretching forth her hand to me. Tiny tattoos of black flowers and star constellations are scattered beautifully from her wrist all the way up to her arm. “I am Madison, but you can call me Maddie,” she introduces herself. Her facial expression crunches into a slight scowl of disapproval as she scrutinizes my outfit with her winter blue eyes, “I bet you have a smexy body hidden right underneath all that, right?”