Princess Marinette Novels & Stories

Neema said to me with a conspiratorial grin. I shook my head amused and followed her into the palace. “What's your name little one?” Neema asked. I was silent for a bit. I obviously couldn't tell her I was Arielle the fabled warrior princess of Gaham. She wouldn't believe me and would probably laugh. “I'm Marissa,” I said after a split second. Prefering to give her the alias I was originally supposed to use. “Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that.

I ask you to warmly welcome our news engaged: Sultan Elzhar of Castamar and Princess Mirabelle of Orient. Everyone started to applaud while turning towards them... Instinctively, the young woman looked for the Sultan's hand and when she found it, the Sultan prevented her from taking it. She swallowed her saliva watching him leave as if nothing had happened... She hoped that no one had noticed that because she really didn't want to find herself in the newspaper with such a shame as a headline! Lord... She was so ashamed!

My high heels are purple and covered in purple gems. After I'm dressed I follow the Empress the Imperial princesses and my mother out of room the followed by my four ladies in waiting, Lady Marina Filimena a descendant of Aphrodite, Lady Venus Hermia a descendant of Hermes, Lady Akino Solana a descendant of Apollo and Lady Caroline Solana Akino's twin sister they are also doubling as my bridesmaids while the two Imperial Princesses are my flower girls

A myth that would bring chaos to the Mafia system if around. "I'm trying not to believe it as well but James confirmed it before he took me unaware. He is a dog of the Di Marco and Sofia is the long-lost Princess who is assumed to be dead by the world due to her absence" Sonia told me but I still shook my head and repeated, "Impossible... My woman is not the Di Marco Princess, there's a mistake of identity somewhere or--"

he asked Marietta and she nodded sadly, refusing to look up at him. “My name is Marietta. I am the head omega of this pack house and also her guardian. Heather lost her family to the rogues, so it’s safe to say that I am the only family she has.” Marietta added, giving him more information than I thought was necessary. The prince stared at us for a few seconds, then he bent forward and lifted me off the floor, carrying me in his arms like a new bride.

"You are so cute, Foxy!" "Might I remind you that this is a library?" He asked with a frown in his tone. Leaf cupped her mouth and bowed apologetically. "Now, what are three ladies doing here? We haven't gotten any physical guests for almost a century now. The nymph I am aware of, the mermaid I know but you I do not. Which is saying something because I know a lot." "My name is Marinette Karnowsky, I'm a witch," "Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?"

“A woman from the first group decided to rouse herself from her languid state and sashay into my and Mathias’s path. I felt timid before her icy glare because She. Was. Stunning. She looked ethereal and would’ve easily put the most beautiful celebrities in Manila to shame. I, on the other hand, was just plain me. And like at all the other times Mathias and I were together, I was wearing only house clothes that doubled as pajamas. I think I was wearing a tank top and jogging pants on that particular occasion. “Mathias reluctantly introduced the woman as Marikit, a dayang or princess. I thought she was as lovely as her name suggested. The dayang part actually made me debate with myself whether

Declares a shouting woman's voice. They all freeze and stare at her beautiful face with her seductive blue eyes that match the complexion of lady Benerice. "I, Marionette, wishes to join the competition." "Foolish! Why would you join! Tell me, did you reject Viscount Kurt?" The Prince snarls at her in fury as he clenches his hand to a fist. "I, Marionette, rejected Viscount Kurt, who shares the same birthday of my loving Prince, for I do not wish to be his mate." She announces to the crowd as they all wheeze at her phrase because no one wishes to be rejected by their mate.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

"My name is Rose." She laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "You learn fast. I like you." She finally released my face, straightening her skirts. "My name is Madame Marie. Head of the Establishment of Midnight." Her eyes raked over me. "The Crown Prince asked that I personally induct you into Midnight, and I can see why he has taken a liking to you. Pale skin and red hair." She reached out to touch a strand of my hair. "You are a rarity."