Princess Quarterback Novels & Stories

I woke up to the sound of the wind, every muscle in my body tense. I opened my eyes and found myself on a narrow platform, hanging forty stories above the ground on the side of Macro's office building. My vertigo hit me instantly, and I froze, unable to move. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried to scream, but only a choked gasp escaped my lips. Then I heard Karen's voice from an open window. "Macro said if he doesn't discipline you, you'll never become a lady." "This is a lesson for you. Let's see if you'll dare to cross me again."

There was a marker stain on the shoulder now. Behind him, Isabella Maria Gómez ran as fast as her short legs allowed, dark brown hair in two pigtails already lopsided, pink dress with “Princess of Everything” on the front flaring dramatically. Her hazel eyes blazed, little hands clawed forward. The plastic purple crown was in Max’s hand. “YOU’RE NOT A KING, YOU’RE A POTATO!” Issa shrieked. “Give me back my crown! It’s mine!”

"This is Centia Ventura e Castile a Former crown princess of the House Castile" "This is Yelena Sumirit Suarez .." Princess introduce the royalties with them, and they shakes hands with Shun. "This is Shun Yu Former C.E.O and the King of Kings of Black Angel Society" Princess said the other royalties nod, they don't want to offend the former King of Kings. "This is Kenzo Shinji Aragon from the house of Aragon the run away Heir" Princess laugh after introducing Kenzo, and Kenzo just smile and make face.

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

Ariel rising on the Prince’s hand, beaming at him. “How did…” Jackson murmurs, frowning at the phone and lifting it closer to his face like it will help him see better. “How did they make her waist so small…” “Is that seriously what’s bothering you?” Rafe snaps, grabbing the phone back. “I mean it has to hurt,” Jackson murmurs, frowning at his friend, “she’s not shaped like that. They must have used…duct tape.” “Jacks,” Rafe growls, rolling his eyes a little, “she’s swearing allegiance to Atalaxia! She’s taking a role as a Princess of their court!”

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

“Wow! Wow! Wow! Incredible. Since when did you dare stand up in front of me?” King Jumuck recognized Finiah and Fewa standing next to Argo. He didn’t realize another girl was there. The woman did not seem to be an ordinary woman. She could breathe underwater. The young woman also wore a dress like a princess from a kingdom. Although the dress has been torn in some parts, it in no way reduces the user’s elegance. “Who are you?” asked King Jumuck in an arrogant tone to Queenie. “She is Princess Queenie of the Bright River Kingdom. A descendant of King Darian.”

I probably looked nothing like the queen of queens with my bed hair still a mess and my rumpled dress. But I had to give it a shot, already my legs were tingling from running and I knew I needed my wheelchair soon. “Well, what are you waiting for? Announce us and open the doors,” Alisa snapped at them. They stopped gawking and bowed in apology. “Announcing Princess Alisa and The High Luna, Queen of Queens, Princess Daciana,” Here goes nothing, I thought to myself as I stepped into the room to save the woman who had tried to kill me.