Princess' Or Princess's Novels & Stories

“Pri-“ ”Princess.” said Lili, interfering Fino’s words. Both of us looked at her while she fakingly smiled at both of us but i can see her subtle glare to the guy in which he just replied with a smile, I bet that’s kind of pissing someone off. “She’s the princess in their family, actually she’s the one and only princess. You know, she looks like a princess that just came out from a fairytale, right?” “Yeah. Princess.” Fino said then smirked. “Just the right term to call her.”

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

After her conversation with her mother in the morning, she has spent the entire afternoon locking herself up inside these chambers. Once on the streets, she has overheard two females talking about how princesses get all they want conveniently and how they themselves still have to work even though they and those princesses are from the same race and so they should be equal. Elysia has to say they are partly right, about princesses’ lives are easy and convenient. Because now she is getting bored and wants to have fresh air outside this suffocating palace. Poor her, she thinks sarcastically.

The princess gasped softly, a sound that always made the servant ache. The princess tilted her head back, the crown glinting against the dark. Her moans echoed softly through the vast room, filthy and beautiful against the sacred walls. “Do you know what it means to kneel in front of a throne?” the princess whispered, voice breaking slightly as the pleasure climbed. “It means your body belongs to me.” The servant moaned against her, the sound vibrating through the princess’s core. She gripped her hair tighter, riding the pressure of her mouth in slow, controlled movements.

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.”

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...