Princess Natalie Novels & Stories

Hannah turned to do just that, but the next second, the channels switched. Chloe's eyes lit up as she asked curiously, "Who's that pretty lady?" Anathea glanced in the direction Chloe was pointing and saw Natalie's delicately made-up face on the television screen. The scar on Natalie's face was basically invisible at this point, even under the scrutiny and harsh lights of the media's cameras. She must have taken great pains to have the scar removed or hidden. Meanwhile, over at Presgrave Manor in Castenea, Natalie wore a one-shoulder, lilac dress that accentuated the slope of her fair neck. She looked like a poised, elegant white swan.

The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral swung open. Natalia walked down the aisle with a slow, hypnotic grace. She wore a gown of liquid silver that seemed to catch and refract every beam of sunlight piercing the cathedral ceiling. Her silver-white hair was woven with small sapphire beads that matched the crest of the New Order. She carried no weapons, but the sheer, effortless pressure of her royal aura made the front rows of Alphas instinctively bow their heads as she passed.

Before I had a chance to speak, Ethan’s gag was removed and his demand echoed Natalie’s. “You will regret this if you don’t release us!” Ethan’s tone was filled with fear, which made me feel a little better. “What makes you think I will believe your claim about being the Princess?” I asked Natalie in a deep voice. “You can fool others, but you can’t fool me.” “I am the Princess!” Natalie argued with a hesitant tone.

Caspian stood and watched Natalie make her victory dance. Natalie is quite a fun going lady, a beautiful 27 year old chef in a famous five star hotel, which is owned by her family. She had always loved Caspian since college days. She was a freshman while Caspian was a finalist when she met and fell in love with him. However, their friendship was unknown to Arianna and Kimberly. Arianna walked in and noticed Caspian staring at Natalie and smiled. Arianna made a cough sound getting their attention as she decided to try out the clothes they got for her. Natalie was happy to see Arianna in her favorite color.

She had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a stunning face comparable to Audrey Hepburn. She appeared in the hall of the golden palace and called out to Zeus, who stood at the crystal window overlooking the sacred city. “Father, why don’t you help Apollo? Vataco is a heinous person. I hate him!” She was Natasha Sainsbury, Zeus' youngest daughter and his most beloved daughter. In the sacred city, Natasha held the title of the purest princess and was the object of admiration in the hearts of all the men. Moreover, Natasha had another identity in the outside world—a pop star!

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

Giving them a glorious smile, I feigned interest as I began dancing with a princess who volunteered to be with me first. Princess Natalie Dashkov was a nice—she was also a bit awkward—maiden that looked Rose's age, but she was no match for the girl who held my heart. She showered me with numerous compliments and babbled about everything she knew about Russian history, most likely to impress me. It was irritating listening to Princess Natalie ramble, but I was able to get through the dance without seeming rude.

They have heard that the prince of Romania got married to Teuton’s daughter to cease the war. “Nay, I apologize for her attitude.” Prince Jion said. “We shall go inside and discuss things about the town people in thy land.” “Yes, your highness.” The Duchess said reverently. On her own room, Princess Alminah removed her veil and watched outside the window. It was so pitch dark outside as she opened it. Once again, the room was filled with sweet scent of a wild flower. She looked up into the sky and breathed the air coming from the woody forest. The wolf howled loudly as Princess Alminah jumped off from the window. None of the palace guards surrounding the duke’s house noticed as she slipped o

When her brother took the throne, she took to mercenary work. The stories of her slaying dragons, sirens, and banshees were known across the world. She was a warrior. "Here she is now," Killian said, but the way his eyes narrowed told me that I would be hearing about my late arrival later. "Natalie, this is my sister, Charlotte." The young woman turned to face me, and my jaw dropped at the stunning princess. Her hair was a light brown that fell into perfectly styled ringlets. The bright green of her eyes made what portraits I had seen of her mother seem dull.

Natasha encouraged the Princess to keep praying for him since his brother is alive and not dead because when they recovered all the dead bodies of people who died in the mansion's collapse, Prince's body was not among them. Princess Natasha worked with Princess Justice Maclean for about three days. The two lovely princesses posed for photos with their children on the last day. Natasha told Princess Justice Maclean that she was looking forward to the Prince and that if he did not appear, she would marry no one else. Because Prince is a unique individual in her life. She claimed she would have perished by now if it hadn't been for Prince's intervention.