Princess Strategy Novels & Stories

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

Princess Kay walked up to Bella and said, “For a palace maid you sure are dress nice.” “I’m Crown Prince’s personal maid, so I will dress as he likes.” “His personal maid or his personal bed warmer.” Bella’s eyes widened as this woman probably know about their relationship. “Humph. I thought so. You been secretly seducing the Crown Prince.” Bella didn’t say anything. “You think that I don’t know what you’re planning?” “What am I planning?” “Those piety tricks of yours I have seen enough. Bedding the man to try to get his favor. It will work temporarily, but after he’s done using you, he will leave you for a younger and better looking woman.”

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

My head was spinning with all the questions piling up. “How old is Stelle anyway? Isn’t the princess supposed to be eighteen now?” Pete asked, brows furrowed. “They could’ve faked everything. Her age, her identity. All to protect her from anyone who might be after her,” Adrian said. “Especially if she’s in danger.” I nodded. “You’ve got a point.” “But if it’s true… if she really is the princess…” Pete didn’t even finish his sentence. His voice faded out. “Then we’ve got a much bigger problem,” I said. “She’s not just some guest anymore. She’s a symbol. She could either bring danger… or power.”

“…How can I do that?” He sighs. “Must I spell everything out? War is on the horizon, now more than ever. Think of something you can offer to him to increase his chances of winning the war. Show him you are more than a Princess. You can also be. . .” His eyes were deep and she subconsciously stared into their depths, drowning in his gaze. “a Queen.” “A Queen who is not useless in the face of war. A Queen who has cards to play. A Queen who can ensure the kingdom’s safety during her rule. I’m quite certain that is what the King is looking for in both of you. Currently, neither of you possesses those traits.”

He sounded so pissed, so angry, Princess was glad she sat so far away from him. Page held back her smile at how funny the whole situation was and how rather easy it was to make him fall for her deceit. Now was the time, she thought as she fetched her phone from atop the table. Taking her time to scroll through until she found the album she was looking for. “Here,” she said, smiled at it, and slid the phone on the table across to him. It stopped a few inches from him, and the princess raised her gaze to meet his. She kept a poker expression when he picked up the phone, she wanted him to not be able to pick up a hint as to what it was, she wanted him to be pleasantly surprised.

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."

The princess wasn’t just another noble. She was a political prize. A symbol. A bargaining chip powerful enough to start a war. Ambitious Alphas, rival kingdoms, and countless hidden factions would all come looking for her. Some would want to protect her. Others would want to use her. Some wouldn’t care whether she survived at all. Carlisle had no intention of letting any of them get close. The Alpha King already blamed him for everything that had happened to Raquel and the unborn child she had lost. If history repeated itself…

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”