Princess Peach Cry Novels & Stories

Caleb- I didn’t say a word as Kyra knelt over the toilet and cried. I wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. After taking some time to think things over, I thought maybe it was time I tried a different tactic. I still refused to let her die.

"... I can take you back there, darling! " She softly but sarcastically said. She smiled. Adonis and Kyle just confusedly stared at each other. Alexia is still smiling. " JUST FUCKING RELEASE MEE!! " Adonis and Kyle startled to her shout. " Princess, just please listen first. " Adonis begged. " PRINCESS MY FOOT! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! THIS IS JUST A DREAM! THIS IS JUST A DREAM! JUST A DREAAAAAMMMMMM!!" Alexia forcedly closed her eyes. She doesn't want to believe any of this. She just keeps closing her eyes and shaking her body like she's waking herself up.

"Amara..." The moment her name leaves my lips, the big tears inside the princess's eyes spill right down her soft cheeks. She drops her bear on the floor, throws her little arms around my leg, and squeezes me with all her tiny puppy strength. She buries her nose in my furs and lets out a loud, sobbing cry.

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.

The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier than the last. I hadn’t anticipated the anxiety of having all eyes on me. At that point, my family stood and started cheering for me. I smiled, thankful for the interruption in the silence. I shook my principal’s hand and she beamed at me. While we shook hands, she leaned over and whispered to me, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I leaned my head back, shaking it, telling her I didn’t know myself, so I wouldn’t have been able to tell her. Eliza had the sourest look on her face as if she had been slapped, thousands of times. Then it seemed to dawn on her that she had insulted a Princess, and she wanted to melt into her

"The little princess is crying." “Isn’t she proud, Amelia?” Another said. “What happened to you, princess, your world is falling apart?” They mocked and laughed. Amelia's eyes darted up to meet theirs, her heart racing with fear. "Leave me alone," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

I whispered, “Our peonies… daddy it’s all ruined. My baby peonies are dead. Daddy…” she cried out, crying even more on my shoulders. “It’s okay princess. It’s going to be okay!” I assured her, stroking her hair as Val silently dapped her tears. “Daddy will get you another one, promise! So, stop crying. Don’t cry anymore, you’re breaking daddy’s heart”

A muffled sigh escaped her lips as she shifted in response. Yet the cries persisted, a persistent symphony of sound in the otherwise hushed room. Slowly, I opened my eyes, met by the embrace of darkness. Save for the faint glow of a small lamp behind me, the room remained cocooned in obscurity. The source of the cries, our beloved Princess, continued her plaintive serenade. Her agitation was palpable, her distress evident. Clearly, hunger wasn't the cause; Rebecca had tended to her just a few hours prior.

Tears rolled down my face in despair. He was going to kill me, his eyes said exactly that, I had no chance of surviving. "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Crown Prince," the treasurer said as he approached. He was shaking from head to toe, sweat already collecting on his forehead as he rubbed his hands together. "Since we weren't going to be long, I left the door open. I knew that Princess Camellia would come, as she had received permission from the emperor to go to the library to pick up some books."

"I want words." "Y-yes-" Satisfied with that, I enter her in one go. I watch as the Princess grips the sheets in a tight grip, and her face turns red like a cherry. Her toes curl, and tears spill out. I wipe her tears and start moving. I pull out and thrust in, once, twice and till I lose count of the times. She moans louder and louder with each thrust. Each moan sounds like music in my ears. And it's so cute, not hoarse but low and long.