Princess Marinette Novels & Stories

Ben is the best partner and Alpha, a she-wolf, could wish for. "Whatever you say, Princess," Ben finally says after his laughter dies. He kisses me, and my heart soars. Natalia grins in our head as she thinks about our life and what the future holds. I smile and glance at my mate, who is now joking with our son. Sasha- I still can't believe we rejected him. Natalia- That's the price of being a princess's mate. Sasha- (gasps) hey!! Natalia bark laughs as she curls up in our mind. I rub my small baby pump and smile.

Anna smirked at her mischievously. “This is why you should train with me, Rose!” She laughed. “If you train, then you’ll be as fast as I am!” “You are a Lycan Princess,” Roseanne mumbled. “I can never be as strong as you.” Anna sighed. Hearing their conversation, Princess Marietta looked up from her book. She slowly stood up and made her way towards Roseanne. Without a word, she flicked Roseanne’s forehead. “Ow!” Roseanne exclaimed. “Princess, what did I do wrong?”

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

When the witches made her come to the Council, she spent weeks trying to find the perfect candidate to take out and live her life for the meantime. Marinette was a girl who didn't socialize much with others and was rarely seen. Hence, not a lot of people knew what she looked like. Even her roommate didn't get the opportunity to take a closer look at what she looked like. Daya was running out of time and, coupled with the fact she had almost the same shape as Marinette, she didn't bother finding out more about Marinette and directly mentioned her to the witches, who went ahead to take her out of the way.

She is done cleaning the library and gets tired not from the work she did but by looking at things that until now she could not find it. She let go of a deep breath and then walk out of the handsome pirate's room. Meanwhile, Moris gives a signal to Princess Chandra about how's her work? Is her idea working? but, the princess responds with a sad face. Moris saw Chandra's reaction so he felt sorry for her also. When the night comes. The princess heard that the handsome pirate Randell wants to take a bath in his room. The princess immediately went to the servants quarter and grab one men's clothes and wear it into her room.

(Duchess Marriane Murr) Duchess Marriane Murr, fell in to a brief relief that her husband the duke, didn’t rushed to anything bad. Also she were quite shocked to heard that The help comes from the President himself and he already comes to the Merrica City, in the end her calculation were correct as they does need Aeternum helping hand in these Civil war. As she was about to asked about her sister in law, she saw Paradine, just shake her head, saying that Princess Bethany is already gone. This made Duchess Marriane felt into a deep contemplation and sigh at the unfortunate accidents, she wasn’t close to her sister in law, but she knows that the Princess were still young and also kind. Looks l

“She had a triplet, one of whom was stolen. The Prince left no stone unturned to retrieve the Crown Prince. Together, they fought for their love and pups. Are you considering naming our son after my great-grandfather? Harad?” “The story isn’t over yet, Clyde,” Joanna reminded him with a playful reprimand. “Ciciane had a friend who later became Luna and twice the mate of an Alpha. This friend played a crucial role in locating the stolen Crown Prince. Taylor was her name. Hence, our Princess will carry the name Ciciane Taylor Mariam Mancini.”

“Isn't that right... Charlotte?” From behind the closed door, Charlotte van Houten stepped out gracefully. Her white Chanel suit contrasted perfectly with her platinum blonde hair. “Well done, Victoria,” she smiled. “You're just as sharp as your mother.” “Where is she?” “Maria?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Oh darling, you still don't get it either?” “What?” “Maria Maharani died 25 years ago. Truly dead.” Charlotte stepped closer. “That email? A little game to lure you here.”

Our story begins in June of 1702 near the countryside of France. We start with Lord and Lady De Grace; the biggest know family in all of France. Their daughter had just turned eighteen at the beginning of the summer and it was time to begin her season. Men and boys alike would be presented as possible suitors. Lord Simon De Grace received word earlier in the week that King Francis himself would be presenting his son, Prince Louis. Just the other day, he got word that to find peace, Queen Anne of England was sending her son, Prince William. There were so many suitors already that had accepted the invitation for tonight's ball. Lord Simon was just relieved he wouldn't have to do the picking of