Princess Micah Novels & Stories

Noah said quietly and I looked down shyly. * * * "Princess Mia of Britain has reportedly not been seen in England for quite some time. Sources claim that Princess has gone to study culture and religion. As an active philanthropist, we found out that she donated over a million dollars to the Cancer Fund Association which she practically kept underwraps. Such a humble soul, Princess is! This is Kevin Jackson, live on Fox News." I quickly bit into my sandwich, watching the news channel on television. I could hear all the people in the cafeteria go crazy. All were talking about their dear princess.

She snaps, letting her anger get the best of her and forgetting to use Micah’s title. The moment the words come out of her, Micha’s smile turns predatory and I know without a fact that whatever he is going to say next would skewer her. “That is Prince Micah to you, Alara,” He says, his tone ruthless. “And yes, indeed. It's quite the tale, isn't it? A humble palace maid who caught the king's eye and now lords over other people, cosplaying a Queen. Who is it that really needs a lecture on humility, pray tell?”

It draws my attention to a Noble creeping through the woods. Not just any Noble, though. It’s Mikah-the-blond. She’s sticking close to the trees, on high alert. I still don’t know if Mikah is a shifter, an elemental, or even a caster. But watching her tiptoe around makes me roll my eyes. Poor thing has no idea how to check her surroundings. She’d already be toast if I were a competitive Noble who wanted to up my ranks and took this shitty exercise seriously. Deciding to get this over with, I slip down from the rock, allowing my feet to thud loudly against the forest floor.

I ask. “Sierra Covak,” Aurora says quietly, setting her chopsticks down. “And she is?” “Queen Bee,” Teagan replies. “Runs her own bigger, better, flashier shelter across the city.” I can guess the rest. "So it's just you guys?" "No, the couple who run it take weekends off," Marcus replies. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just asked your brother for help,” Breanna says. “Her brother?” I ask. “Lucien Ricci,” Teagan says. “Captain of the football team.”

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

"I still vote for biting." For once... I almost agreed, for a while, I walked aimlessly through the palace. Trying to calm down and not think about Caleb. Trying not to think about how ridiculous I'd been because what had I honestly expected? He is a prince. A future king and me? A former servant with mysterious powers and enough problems to fill an encyclopedia of mysteries. The Queen wasn't wrong, not at all. Voices drifted around a nearby corner. I recognized them immediately. Two maids and their familiar voices.

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

Gentle waves lapped against the private beach while a soft sea breeze rustled the palm fronds overhead. Aisha Machel, a 26-year-old Mozambican diamond and tourism heiress with smooth caramel skin, long dark curls, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private escape. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Khalid “The King” Mphahlele, the world-famous Black Mozambican music producer and entrepreneur, stepped onto the deck. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed u