Princess Pearl Book Novels & Stories

I said, watching her flinch at my sudden appearance, placing a hand over her heart. "Good Lord! You could've killed me," Pearl said, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes, "Good, then you wouldn't need to escape," I commented, she narrowed her eyes at me, and that's when I finally noticed her attire. Pearl was wearing her wedding gown, and My Lord, she looked like a princess. "You look absolutely flawless!" I shrieked, unable to believe that I had spent twenty-three years of my life with her and now she was going to leave me.

I didn't have time to appreciate the cuteness of the animal when my head feels like it was about to burst! Lala, the pink dolphin carefully kept my pearl inside her mouth and saw as fast as she could but suddenly, the blue sea turned red with blood as the hunters aimed at the rare specie. She was hit thrice on her body and cried for help but nobody heard. Upon catching the dolphin, they sliced its body into half and discovered a rare purple pearl on its stomach---it was my pearl. It was sold at a very high price in the market and unfortunately, as time passed by, a man gave it to Princess Aria, daughter of Empress Diane, as a gift. "SHIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs from

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Daylight would be coming soon and with Princess Rebecca now being Queen Rebecca, Pearl was all to sure that today would be judgement day for her, and Mister as well. Pearl sat for a few moments and she reflected on her past with Becky. She tried hard to remember if she had ever mistreated her or neglected her in any way. She couldn't remember a single incident where she had been particularly mean to Becky, so she decided to get up and go get cleaned up. She knew it was only a matter of time before they would send for her.

The court lady shaked her head negatively. "I don't know her your lordship. She is probably one of the mad people roaming on the streets." The strange lady's reaction was priceless. She turned to face the court lady with pain in her eyes. "Don't you dare call me a mad woman. What do you call this?" The woman said, raising her voice, as she brought out a royal pearl from her garment and raised it up in the air. Huh? That was the pearl the previous alpha gave to Princess Sasha. What was it doing in the hands of a stranger?

Clara I sat down on the couch before Prince Bruess. I held out my hand, and the white finch flitted down to my fingers. “It’s not afraid at all,” I said in surprise. “She. Her name is Pearl,” Prince Bruess corrected me. His voice was the very essence of serenity, and his eyes took on a darker, burnished color of red. His languid position on the couch reminded me so much of Prince Legiere, that I couldn’t help but smile.

Eliana's body begins to quiver. Scoffing, he sneers, "Oh come now. I have been alive for some time now. I remember when we Pivurlions were not outsiders. When I would visit Drein to trade with the villages our fish, I caught glimpses of the royal family. I do not forget a face, thankfully, Princess." "Oh no, what am I going to do," she whimpers in her mind. "Please," she begins, her body shaking, "Please do not tell anyone."

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

"You can kiss your friends, but you have to get permission first. If a strange person kisses you, you have to say NO, okay?" "Yes, Mommy." Pearl's attention was quickly drawn to a Barbie doll. Pearl grew up under Ulric and Gwen's protection. In her eyes, the world is friendly, she does not know what is a bad person, and she always greets everyone with a smile. She is an open, proud and kind-hearted little princess. Although sometimes naughty and angry, there is a good heart. "I'm a little worried about Pearl being taken in. She's too trusting of everyone and has no sense of self-preservation," Gwen told Ulric at night.

Why bother buying pearls? "She could've just unleashed chaos on the entire Emmen studio. Consider it her mercy not to." "Whoa, Chloe, you've hit the jackpot, getting the royal princess' attention! If she wants pearls, just throw them her way. "Emmen has just reached its prime, and I worry that a simple command from the royal princess could make Emmen vanish. Chloe, consider surrendering quickly!" "Family reunion shindig? Oh, my long-lost backyard toad just upgraded to a princess. Can't swing those fancy Calimarian pearls from overseas, so she's trying to snatch them from Emmen.