Princess' Or Princess's Novels & Stories

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

“Shhh, it's over Princess,” •••

despite never having actually met any or being aware of any of their customs, until today. He had been so quiet, to his mother's somewhat joyful and delighted surprise, most of the late lunch, where only one of the princesses had actually shown up. While it had left the Peacock Queen wondering about the other, younger princess... 'Sephora, I think her name was?' Initially, it had made her believe that perhaps, Chaitav's interest in depressing and mono-coloured, one-toned mates was not a mission of impossible tenure, if the queen had less favour towards that one...

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

Sabrina blinked at her. "Me?" she asked. "Yes, you. Follow me," she commanded and turned. Sabrina followed her not sure where she was taking him. By her outfit, it was confirmed that she was a royal. The passing servants bowed at her, "Princess, Ciarra," they called her. It is then Sabrina realised she was following a princess. The first thought that crossed her was about Elizah. She must have seen Elizah. She felttempted to ask where he was. Which on was his room. Where can she find him.

Staring at the building in front of him,Wan ke gazes it up to down observing how precious this place is for every prince of all states kingdom. Taking a deep breath in he lets it out with a loud sigh thinking about his days ahead,his life has always been different from others. He walks in through the arch in the entrance preparing his mind and heart for the new level of his life. Wale follows him in carrying his luggages. "Drop them here," Wan Ke orders stopping in his tracks in the path where everyone are gathered. The path is crowded with students who are the Prince of other states kingdom.

She scooted closer to me as the girl left. “It is, Lillian. Will you please call me Violette.. you know how the people of the palace feel about me. I’m sure you calling me Princess offends them greatly.” I said sadly. She placed her hand on mine and nodded. “I’m sorry.. I forget we aren’t home sometimes. But just know that you will always be a Princess. It runs through your veins so don’t forget it.” She said softly. I smiled at her and nodded. “I won’t. Now, what can I do?” I asked.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”

She drops her head and freezes. "Is this room not okay Princess," the young female asks, and my mate instantly places her hand on our pack member's arm. "This is perfect. You misunderstood my reaction. I have experienced very little of the world, and this beautiful room took me by surprise. Please, continue," Sasha explains in a comforting, almost motherly voice. I watch our pack member as her body loses its tension. Ace purs in our mind. Ace- soon, the pack will love her. The royal title scares them.