Princess Natalie Novels & Stories

Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know" his eyes widened while drawing a victory smile " oh man why you didn't tell me earlier, your highness "he grabbed me while putting me behind his tall back , protecting me apparently. like I needed protection.... " so let get me this straight , you , adam gonna attack me ,I am gonna dodge it easily , take your sword and throw you at you friend who i don't know his name only by one hand , my left one , to hit his hand and sticking it to that tree , jump at you the second who I don't know his name too , and yeah you chief , my greetings, give you 2 hmm no 3 punches and will not cut your throat f

“Everything looks in order, he passed the documents on. I formally Move that Mia be recognised as a Princess of Ziion” The rest of the governors then inspected all the documentation and one by one confirmed the motion. The Governor who put the motion forth spoke up “Congratulations, Princess Mia we confirm your status as Princess Rota’s twin sister and the daughter of the recently passed King Levis.” He bowed his head in respect. He then took a deep breath and continued

I said, and they chuckled. “They were told to watch over us from afar,” she replied, and I smiled at her. My name is Mandy Donald, a 19-year-old lady and the princess of the werewolf kingdom. I am not known by anybody since I was brought up behind a mask; the only people who knew my identity were those that work for us. I have been trying to make my parents reason with me by telling them to let me do what I want since I don’t want to end up with someone with a different agenda.

"If you'd like to explain, My Princess" She sighed and started. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ *ADELIA** It all started one day when I decided to go out of the palace. I was tired of being cooped up in here and wanted out. Also because Arnold had begged me to come see him. I didn't want to go. alone , so I told Nita I wanted to spend time with her. "Do we have to go into the city? We can just be together here." She said

I watch confused when, a tall girl with hair so platinum that it almost blinds me, enters Deniel's castle-house, taking off the heels she was wearing and dropping them in any corner, while heading towards where we were sitting. I can't lie and say that that situation wasn't bothering me, all I can think about is how close they must be for that, since even "love" the girl had called him. I feel inside Luna growling demanding control. Damn, it wasn't enough to control myself, I still had to deal with an angry wolf inside me.

"No. That’s not your concern. Stay out of this, Natalie. Do not stir anything up, or I’ll send you back to the pack before nightfall." Her lips pressed together. Rage boiled under her skin. "Okay." "The gala is starting. Give her the gift. Now." He turned and walked away. Natalie stayed back, her face burning with rage her heart pounding. Rhea. That wretched girl had taken everything. Natalie had built her name through the Griffith family, flaunted her gowns, her class. But standing in this hall tonight, all of it seemed small. Laughable. Compared to Rhea—the new Ashwood princess of the Golden Claw Pack—Natalie was nothing.

"She acted like it was real, but it was all in her head." "Vincent is famously unattainable. He rejected an Italian princess. Who does she think she is?" "I heard her mother used her looks to marry into the Romano family. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose. Always trying to climb the social ladder." Every word was a knife in Isabella's heart. Her reputation was everything. She had planned this for three months, inviting all of New York's high society, determined to become Mrs. Marcelli in the most glamorous way possible.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

I walk through the halls and follow the music and chatter to a large ballroom at the heart of the home. I scan the room, keeping close to the perimeter as I search for Natalya. My heart is pounding hard and fast at the prospect of seeing her and what she's going to say when I hand her the NDA signed by Finn Murphy. A flash of unmistakable dark hair catches my eye and then I see her, walking through the ballroom in the most exquisite lilac ballgown that frames her assets so fucking well she looks like a princess—no, a queen. Mi reina.