Princess Quarterback Novels & Stories

My heart sped off without preamble. "Who do you think the queen would call? You know she has an impeccable taste, and whoever she choses would be as fierce as her. I really wish I was from a royal family, so I could at least stand a chance. Oh, how lucky the girl she would select would be," she whined. I turned away as I made a slightly non-committal sound. I didn’t need this gossip. My fingers thawed at me flesh as I embraced the pain. "Princess Joanna Wisp from the Stardust Pack," The queen called. A young woman who was thinly built with the height of runaway model stepped forward, a smile pasted on her face. Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss.

Eric tells Peter, “Call the Dr. Bring her to tell her the plan. She has to be here.” Peter answers, “right away Prince Eric.” Sophia looks at us strangely and says, “Prince Eric? Why are you a prince? “Are you Prince Alec’s mate?” I smile and answer, “Eric is a prince for two reasons. The first one is because he is Alec’s mate, but he is also my mate. I was called, by the panel of experts, the Ruby Queen.” Sophia’s eyes widen as she says, “Ruby Queen? Is it a new rank?”

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

He kissed her small head. "That's a beautiful dress," Keira noticed. "Yup, her mom made it." "She seems to like it." Keira touched the soft fabric of Quinn's dress. "Princess!" Kal put down his macaroons and clapped his hands. "She is a princess." Keira giggled and stroked Kal's head. "You are a prince too." "Pretty Princess." Kal was about to reach for Quinn, but Sandro held his arm. "Your hands are dirty, Kal. I just changed her clothes."

I thank him for putting this conference together so fast and watch as he walks to his own chair that is placed beside my Grandfather before I turn to face the crowd. "Good evening the people of Zalaris. I am Allisara Crestal Nimair, Princess of Nimairene and soon to be Queen." I start and take a deep breath. Grandmama and Liz prepared me with what to say but I need to state everything in my own words. "Yesterday during the parade I was attacked for the second time since returning to my rightful place, the first attempt was that I was poisoned at a privet event I was invited to weeks ago.” I begin, watching horror fill the eyes of those before me.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

She was well aware that she would have to defend her position in the industry. “I am sorry Clarissa. This has to stop,” Ysabella told herself. She put away her phone, stood up, and took a deep breath. “There can only be one queen and that’s me!” Ysabella vowed to stake her claim. Meanwhile, it has been hectic for Clarissa the past few months. She had numerous events and engagements where she became the “star,” – always getting the attention of the press and the people involved in these endeavors. Bamby, her discoverer and mentor, had nothing but praises for her protégé. He'd been offering her advice from time to time, but he'd noticed how driven Clarissa had been since she began her modeling