Princess Maid Novels & Stories

The attention given to her was enough evidence to know that she was the supposed pregnant maid. "What are you all doing here?" I asked the maids who were busy fixing her like some queen and they flinched and bowed. "Get out!" I yelled. "I'm sorry, Princess!" They also cooed and ran out, not daring to say a word while I turned to face her. She was beautiful and heavily endowed with the right assets but that was the least of my problems. "Princess Tahira " She called my name and bowed. "What's your plan with Aiden's Mum?" I asked her and she flinched.

The last thing was her wedding gown. "Are all the bridesmaids ready?" Grace asked Draya who walked into the room in her eloquent royal blue gown . "You look like a princess my dear." Draya smiled. "All the girls are ready and eager to see Ava." By all the girls, Draya was referring the the four others friends she and Avatia had from high school. Draya then proceeded to spin. "Of course i look like a princess, with the way I've been waiting for this day, i deserve the look."

Her graceful figure made her look like a fairy that had descended to Earth. She was Princess Astrid of the Milky Way Empire. Two maids, one old and one young, followed her. The younger maid was named Emerald and was about the same age as Princess Astrid. The two grew up together and bonded like sisters. The older one was Astrid's mother's maid and a beginner Cosmos Ranker. Therefore, she was responsible for keeping Astrid safe. Of course, as the most favored princess of the Milky Way Empire, she would not have just this low level of security guarding her when she went out.

Mia realised. “Marie, this is Princess Rota of Ziion, Rota this is Marie, Jays mother. Her mother bowed her head. Rota approached her and took her hands into hers. Please while we are abord this ship I am just Rota. Just consider us family. Beside you just hugged Princess Mia of Ziion my twin sister. And she laughed as Marie look surprised, then worried, then awed and then furious, everyone was on the ship by that stage and Marie turned on Jay “You had a princess, in handcuffs” she exclaimed dramatically. “Woah,” said his Dad standing behind Jay, he put his hand on Jay’s shoulder “Son we really need to talk”

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

They are turning their backs now and I can see that my son is hugging Sir Xander. "I don't think so. A princess can still be happy, even if there's no man or a prince. Just like Moana and Melida, their story is still great! They don't need a prince, they don't need a man to protect them because they can do it on their own, isn't that amazing, sir ?? " I laughed softly because of what my son was saying. "I don't watch Disney but that sounds amazing and interesting." It told my son. They sound cute, they seem to really get along.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."