Princess Maddie Novels & Stories

I sigh gently and roll my eyes at her, following after the young blonde man without another word, into the obscenely big and luxurious building, our heels muffled by the soft carpet. Madelaine Malvak. Maddy for friend and Miss. M. for those who worked for me and with me. A twenty one years old young gold medalist. A ballet dancer, that is. Sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? Sounds a bit too pretentious, but it is a childhood dream come true.

Madison blushed and stood up from her seat far away from mine and brought the laptop closer. She placed it before me and I turned it around admiring it. It was Maddie's favorite color, light purple. It was a M3 Max MacBookPro. “Hell! This costs $7,000 Maddie. How did you get it?" I was surprised. Maddie blushed and sat in front of me. I thought it was from a secret admirer so I winked at her and asked her who it was from. Maddie was hesitant but she finally spilled. “Mr Damien got it for me. He had one of his driver's get it delivered yesterday".

I grip his hand in mine, he looks down at me and smiles before he refocuses on the warriors in front of him. “WARRIORS! Thank you all for coming to our aid today. As you know, Alpha Kent of Blue Meadow has something that belongs to my Luna and I. Princess Madison. He kidnapped her a few months ago. Yes, she is his heir, but she was taken against her will and he attempted to dispose of my mate by selling her to Alpha Darius. Please understand, we are not trying to deprive Blue Meadow of their heir, we are simply wanting Maddie returned to her mother. She deserves a normal shifter childhood, away from Kent.

She really is far too sweet for this world. Hearing us laughing the men all stop and look in our direction, spotting us Maddox comes over. “Princess, everything alright?” He asks as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. My mind starts replying our earlier fuck and I feel my core throb as my hand goes to his rock hard pecs. Maddox growls, leans in and whispers “I will kill every man here if you don't get your naughty little mind under control”

There are also rumors about the return of the Mafia Princess' At the same time, a message from Anthony; my trusted contact in the Tree came in, 'The Princess of Di Marco has fled the country, and the Eastern gang is now under her control. The Tree is taking action. You should receive the Tree's message through the Interagent soon. The Tree will be assigning the McCain to find and destroy the Di Marco Princess and her empire before she attempts to become a formidable foe. I'll call you when I leave this meeting hall " My heart struck against my chest.

A million secret deals happening in the dark. Sophia thought a bounty chat could ruin me. She had no idea: The second I learned my real identity… I already had every exit planned. I don’t need the Yue name to be a princess. I don’t need any man to prove my worth. Real power isn’t a last name someone hands you. It’s standing on your own… And making everyone bow. Later, Sophia tried to message the three heirs again. No one replied. She finally realized: The men she thought would fight for her…

A little blonde girl ran to him. “Where’s Greenwee?” she asked as Sal picked her up. “GreenLee isn’t here, sweetheart. But she will be soon.” “Did the bad man take her?” Sal sighed heavily and nodded, unable to speak. The little girl surprised me—cupping Sal’s face and making him look at her. “Auntie Greenwee will be okay. You know why?” “Why’s that, sweetheart?” “She’s a real Disney princess. She’s Merida!” Sal couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.