Princess Stories Novels & Stories

Looking Elaine up and down, eyeing her offered hand in particular, a smile spread across Odette's face as she reached out and shook the hand of the Princess. It wasn't exactly the gruesome results she had been looking forward to, but it was only a matter of time before the lives of everyone Elaine knew would be torn apart.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

"Before she got sick, she kept this incredible garden. Roses and jasmine and night-blooming flowers. She'd take me out there at sunset and we'd just sit while she told me stories." "What kind of stories?" Sienna asked, her voice softening with drowsiness. "Fairy tales, mostly," Luca said. "But she'd always change the endings, make them more complex. The princess would save herself, or the dragon would turn out to be misunderstood, or the prince would have to learn compassion before earning his reward."

“Then tell your story, Princess Kaya. I want to hear yours after you complain about mine.” I sat up a little straighter and began, choosing my words carefully. “Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a castle surrounded by forests. She was brave and clever and had a secret she kept from everyone—even the king and queen. One day, she had to face a challenge… to find a way to protect her people from someone who wanted to destroy them. Along the way, she discovered strength she never knew she had and realized that even in the darkest moments, kindness and courage could light the way.”

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

Rivenn smirked and returned the conversation to the story at hand, “Honestly, Brann, are we even sure the beast didn’t just pity Veyron that you’d be the one recounting the tale and drop dead on its own?” Brann gasped, clutching his chest. “How dare you insult my tale? I am a master storyteller!” Eryssa rolled her eyes from where she stood next to Delvin. “Master of embellishment, maybe.” Delvin snickered. “Brann, the last time you told this story, the beast was ten feet tall. Now it’s twenty.” Brann grinned shamelessly. “It grows in memory! That’s how legends work!”

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

"When did she call?" “Did the princesa win your heart?” I scoff. “My heart? I would need to have a heart for someone to win it, no?” “You are right, you don’t have a heart because she has already taken it… so go home, she’s waiting for you. I know our rule is not to be there the morning after… but that’s for other women, not your reina.” Mi reina… “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just treated our guest well. Showed her exactly what this island has that England does not.”

"It's about the princess in the castle. Mommy made it for me. This one is my favorite!" That's when I realize there are a number of scrapbooks in a corner of the shelf. "Your mom made these stories for you?" "Yes." Riya quickly clambers into bed. "She even draws me pictures. See?" She points towards a hand-drawn picture of a princess sitting in a chair. It's a simple fairytale about a poor princess who was stuck in a tower by an evil king. As I flip through the story, the plot turns complex and yet childlike, introducing the evil king's two sons, the mean Gustav and the kind Roran.

Alex turns to Grayson, completely ignoring us. "Hmm....I do have a story to tell." Grayson replies hesitantly. "Really." Alexa moves closer to Grayson taking a sit on my lap. "Okay it goes like this." Grayson kicks off. "There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.