Princess Pocket Comics Novels & Stories

"Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus." Aurora gave him a furious look and turned to of the lockers and grabbed a duffel bag out of it. She put the money inside of it before closing it. "So since the Princess is much more interesting than I thought. Why don't you tell me why you're doing this?"

The items here were cute and simple an judging by their prices, it's more cheaper than my cheapest stilettoes. I roam around and got a pair of black sandal with four and a half inches of heels, a white Snickers, pair of bedroom slippers and pair of house slippers. "Thank you for shopping, the cost of items are only hundred and seventeen dollars." The lady says after putting my items into package. After paying, I simply walk out the store. Never in life I only spends barely two hundred and thirty dollars for shopping. No need to pull my belt off since I can bought even the entire mall using only a debit card.

Whoever sent it had used the staff as their shield—or perhaps the writer was one of them. The corridors leading to the back halls smelled faintly of smoke and starch, the lingering traces of laundry, cooking, and scrubbed floors. She had walked these passages as a child, trailing after her nursemaids, but now she felt like an intruder. Servants were not used to seeing their princess wandering these halls alone at night. She caught sight of two young maids whispering near the laundry doors. When they saw her, they dropped into quick bows, faces paling. “Princess,” one stammered.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last:

“But I have conditions.” On the other end, his voice lit up with joy. “Anything, Isabella. Just say it.” “I want two hundred million.” Silence. Then an outraged bark. “You’ll bankrupt us!” I laughed coldly. “Don’t play dumb. The Morettis offered three hundred. You’ll pocket a hundred, Elena gets the title of Mafia princess, and I disappear. That’s profit, not loss.” Silence again. Then, a sharp breath. “Deal.” But my mother’s voice cut in, wary, sharp as glass. “And how do we know you won’t change your mind?”

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It was Princess Leah. "Hello, little Princess." "Zuerien!!!", She shouted making Zuerien remove the phone from his ear. "Why are you shouting, Lee?" "Father is super cool!", She shouted again. "Really?" "Yes. He got me my own pony. It's so beautiful." Zuerien chuckled. "That's nice." "So nice. I named it Maximus." He chuckled and heard some voices in the background. "What's that, Lee?" "Father wants to speak with you."

I am not a human. I am—I am different. I am a princess. But I am not a fairy-tale princess because, in fairy tales, other children and little animals love them, aren’t they? Me? They hide from me. I know I scare them. Even though I am stupid, I know that much. Kannax tells me all the time that I am the dumbest and ugliest among father’s children.

With a conspicuous eyes, she threw the carriage a glance before its door shuts closed, making an eye contact with those dangerous penetrating stares from the young prince for a brief moment. With the stallion pressing forward ahead of the palace guards’ convoy, the tribe princess wore a smile when the prince began to tell a tale about the surrounding forest around them, saying those old stories about the legends on human snake who reigned the entire forest and the existence of witches being executed by the catholic church itself. “I have heard although it was a pure old myths that witches can resurrect someone dead in exchange of a very huge price.” Prince Woon continued. “Price.” She mumble