Princess Quarterback Novels & Stories

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

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

She was still a good six months away from her twenty-first birthday, and I had time to prepare her for what she was. Wordlessly, Mickey handed me water while he kept his eyes on Quinn. I grinned to myself and took the offered water, handing my mate one one of the bottles. “P- Prince,” Kendrick stuttered while had gave me the backpack. “Missus Lowry packed for the- the- Princess?” he asked as if he wasn’t sure where exactly in the hierarchy Quinn fitted. I nodded at him. Princess was as good a title as any other as far as I was concerned. “’Kay,” he said, sounding unconvinced. “She said there’s some…of her secret potion in the pack for the…Princess. She said Princess Quinn will understand wha

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, their reluctance evident. The queen's gaze bore into them, her phone still in hand, her focus on reaching her son, Prince Elliot. “Your future princess commands your attention,” she stated with a regal firmness. The subtle blush that adorned Stacy's cheeks served as a testament to her newfound authority. Shoulders squared and chin raised, she attempted to project an intimidating air, embodying the role of a queen.

She nodded a few times, like a cute baby girl, and then began telling me what kind of deal she wanted to have. “I can make you run for Alpha King, but I have a condition.” My amusement toward her grew, and Jaxox, who had been silently watching, suddenly chuckled. “You can make Alpha Maximillian run for Alpha King? Do you have what it takes to do it?” “Of course I have,” she said confidently and stubbornly. “I’m the Alpha Princess. You can search for my information now if you don't believe me.” I felt Jaxon taking his phone and begin searching for the Alpha Princess, and not a minute later, his voice sounded through our mindlink, “She is indeed the Alpha Princess. Princess Arabella Fallon.”

The gingerette shrugged. "I wouldn't either," Dorian, the dreadlocked teen muttered. Just then, Scarlett sighted the Queenz table just across their table. And this time, Kayley wasn't around. The girls - even Kairos, the only girl that was kind to Scarlett and the others, seemed to look like they were talking seemingly normal. "What happened to Princess High Horse?" "Hm?" Maddie rose a brow. "That cheerleader you kept saying on and on that she was the 'most popular girl' in school?"

despite never having actually met any or being aware of any of their customs, until today. He had been so quiet, to his mother's somewhat joyful and delighted surprise, most of the late lunch, where only one of the princesses had actually shown up. While it had left the Peacock Queen wondering about the other, younger princess... 'Sephora, I think her name was?' Initially, it had made her believe that perhaps, Chaitav's interest in depressing and mono-coloured, one-toned mates was not a mission of impossible tenure, if the queen had less favour towards that one...