Princess Princess Ever After Novels & Stories

What right do you have to interrupt me when I'm talking to my daughter? Rachel pointed at herself in disbelief. "Me? A bodyguard?" Rachel's status was slightly higher than Larissa's. Larissa was adopted by the duke, and Rachel was adopted along with her. Later, she was taken in by the Queen of Sisilia Island, becoming her adopted daughter. So in truth, Rachel's official title was Princess Rachel of Sisilia Island. But, her friends did not care about titles and had never brought it up. Unexpectedly, through Ethan, Rachel, the dignified royal princess, had become a lowly bodyguard.

But this time, it doesn’t take much to convince Zuri because she ffor whatever reason, believes I'm completely safe now that I've been revealed as the princes’ mate. In her words, the Blond and the Beret Nobles from the other night can't do shit to me. Not when I'll soon become the princess of Crestbane. Eww After getting ready for the day, I make my way through a crowded corridor toward my first class of the day. I rarely take this route since I prefer passing as few students as possible, but I quickly realize just how terrible an idea it was to take it today of all days, right after my gods-given identity reveal.

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

Beside them, the ever-stately Andrea, Bina, Rafaela, and Johnathan—the Ministers who had each played pivotal role in shaping Aeternum’s greatness. And at the center of them all, holding her father’s hand and beaming like a radiant spring flower, was Princess Yggdrasil Sai—the young and beloved Crown Princess of Aeternum. Dressed in a soft teal gown adorned with floral patterns and star-threaded embroidery, the little princess waved at the crowd with innocent delight. The cameras lingered on her for a moment, and the cheers grew louder, warmer. “She’s grown so fast,” Queen Angela of the Dukedom of Angela whispered fondly in the guest section, nodding to her daughter beside her.

The young woman simply nodded before walking away like one who is enchanted. Princess Elizabeth gasped at the ugly incident she just witnessed. Arthur is a Vampire!.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

I feel the color of my eyes gradually change. “Oops! It’s the Night of Bloods already! Any last words for her? Hmm?” She said with a laugh. Cassie was struggling to get off of her but she just brought the dagger near her neck that the tip touched Cassie's skin. “Who the hell are you?!” I angrily questioned her. Still trying to control myself. “Who am I?! I am Julia Evangelista! The only princess of the Evangelistas.” She arrogantly said. “How about you? Who are you? You’re so brave to talk to the princess like that!”

I tried to stand only to realize I couldn't. I was reclining or laying down on what felt like a cloud. A cloud that was keeping me trapped. Or was this some kind of scheme made up by Adelyn to make up for her disgrace at the hands of Killian? Why did stuff like this happen to me again? Then I heard a gentle feminine voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at all. "Welcome to the Princess trials." What? What? The Princess trials? How was this possible? Everyone knew the Princess Trials had been discontinued after the death of King Jordan's destined mate over a millennium ago almost immediately preceding the rise of the witches

Everything is just a mere lie from the reality that’s hiding inside the one imprisoned in his heart. To the world known with their fire, the guardian that holds the most powerful soul and the Kingdom where in that past and time was set for his to meet her. “Taking the hands is my daughter, the Princess of Time and Dimension, Princess Aihara” The princess that bares the time from the blessing and interchanged curse, her purple hue of eyes that resembles a starry night sky and his flame-red of a sunset. The grand throne room where they are both taken hand in hand to the rulers of their kingdom and worlds. The prestige, grand and the luxury of being a royal one, their destiny that was planned w