Princess Peach Showtime Fanart Novels & Stories

In the surveillance room, we spent a few minutes searching, but there was no scene of Harper planting the bracelet in my bag, and by the look on her face, I knew she had tampered with the footage. Stupid woman. “May I?” I asked the technician sitting in front of the keyboard, to let me take a seat. He nodded and I sat in the swivel chair. I typed quickly and easily on the keyboard, my fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Codes appeared on the screen in different colors, causing a smile to touch my lips. The words and symbols were highlighted in various hues - blue for main commands, purple for variables, and gray for notes. “What is she doing?” Harper sounded scared, it made me a little bit

the same girl said, voice shaking like she was about to cry. “Because she’s a liar,” Janice said coldly, raising her brow. No filter. “If you’re really the princess,” she continued, “then I’m sure you already know that the King and Queen are coming to visit the university.” I looked at Stelle. Her eyes widened in shock. She dropped the book she was holding. “You’re lying…” she whispered. “No royals ever visit here. This is a school for humans.” Her friend chuckled awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke.

“If she could see you now…” He shook his head. “Never mind that. I’m only here to share this with you. I heard Moon Shadow’s Pandora likes to keep up to date.” He slid a phone through the bars. On the screen, I saw a video as it began to play. It was a video of the ruins of Full Moon’s capital and surrounding area.

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

Then smiled wider. “Oh,” she said softly. “You will not be a princess.” Liniluna tilted her head. “No.” A small pause. “After you,” she continued, “I would rather be the next queen.” Kael’s attention sharpened, not in alarm, but approval. “A reasonable succession plan,” he said. As Aelira laughed quietly, the sound dissolving the last formality from the room. Plans were spoken of carefully after that. Not declarations. Intentions. “We will request an audience with your parents within the week,” Kael said. “Properly.”

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.

" I turned back to her. I still had no idea if she could see me, but her grin was enormous and knowing. "Fine. One cup." Her living room was like a museum of bygone days—photos in frames, doilies made by hand, a cuckoo clock which ticked every few seconds. I sat stiffly on the couch as she clattered about in the kitchen. My phone buzzed. It had been a photo of Yuki that had been shared—a flashback from one of the presentations. His smile. His dimples. His ridiculously colored shorts and flashy rings. My chest burned.

The moment she said Caleb’s name, I felt this squeezing pain in my chest. “You know what I will start calling you Moon Princess. It is more fitting after all.” Mel spoke before I had a chance to comment on anything. Still stuck on what I felt when Mel said Caleb’s name, I looked away from her. My gaze moved around the room, trying to hide what was going on in my head. I wasn’t seeing her office though, my mind was in too much chaos to be able to focus.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

the Princess Arphen is in flustered. to be continue.....