Princess Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

​"You don't deserve to be my Luna. Leave." ​For three years, Kimberly has been the secret punchline of the Silver-Claw pack. Labeled "barren," "fat," and "useless" by her own husband, Alpha Daven, she has spent every day trying to shrink herself to earn a sliver of his affection. She endured the mockery of his concubines, the coldness of her own parents, and the isolation of a marriage that never was. ​But tonight, at the annual ballroom summit, the mask finally slips. After a public humiliation engineered by her rivals and a brutal confrontation that leaves her gasping for air on the ballroom floor, Kimberly realizes the truth: she isn't just failing as a Luna—she is being destroyed b

"If you say you’re royal in front of the King, you’ll see that the Princess's punishment is nothing." Ariana went stiff as she recalled the rather austere punishment she had received. Dread settled hot and heavy in her stomach. Kaleb pushed her forward, forcing her to kneel on the cold stone floor before the dais. King Myde looked at her with a blank expression. Next to him, Princess Ariana shot a glare of irritation at the filthy servant girl. “So, you are the servant girl who’s in the center of chaos in my palace, even claiming to be my beloved daughter. I don’t know if you’re foolish or just plain suicidal," King Myde said, h

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her ti

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

PRINCESS ZILLAH liked flowers and trees that bear fruits. But she particularly loved butterflies. Her headdresses are all made by living butterflies. She is known as the Butterfly Princess as she can control these insects perfectly. Ciaran saw a woman spreading her arms in a beautiful dress, surrounded by beautiful butterflies. Some of them even perched at her head, hair, and arms.

said Iris . " Well if I asked the others about you where is the point of being friends. I wanna hear it from you ." said Kiara while sitting on the grass . Iris laughed a little and then seat on the grass . " My name is Iris , first princess of England and second in line to the British throne . Glad to know you ! " said Iris with a smile . Kiara who was sitting in the grass and enjoying the sun gut up immediately in a shock. When they saw Kiara's face Emily and Iris started to laugh their stomachs out .

"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.

Before I knew he was my stepson, he was my one-night stand — the man whose touch I couldn’t forget, whose way of making love branded itself into my memory. I wanted him from the start. But he resisted. He’s someone I’m supposed to guard, yet when I’m with him, he makes me feel like I’m the younger one and he’s the one in control. When he walked away, I told myself I’d forgotten him — moved on, tucked myself into a safe marriage that promised stability. But our secret affair has lasted longer than it should. No one can know. Now, things are getting riskier. He wants me to leave my marriage — he’s certain we belong together. What do I do when everything I’ve worked for — my reputation, the sc