Princess Style Carry Novels & Stories

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

The maids helped her style her hair and applied make up on her. “ Do I have to wear those?" Bellamy asked when Arleta came back with yellow heels. “ You're the princess, so yes. “ Arleta said and she groaned before putting it on. Arleta turned her to face the mirror and she smiled. Little make up really does things. She looked like a baby doll going to a ball. " My baby barbie. “ Arleta teased and she chuckled. She turned to face Arleta and she was putting on the same gown as hers but hers was red.

That’s not the issue at hand now; I’ll take care of that later. I was at the mall. I wanted Princess to be dressed in what I had picked. Everything she would wear would be based on my inspiration except for her hair. I had been in this section for a while now and I wasn’t seeing anything to my taste. I wanted to be consumed by her once again. I was frustrated enough and was about to leave when I spotted a white dress. It was mini and had long ruched sleeves and a deep neckline, perfect for what I wanted to be consumed by. I didn’t wait a second more, I got it, I added a Louboutin heel and her I guess her favorite purse, Channel. I also decided to get her some flowers, princesses loved those,

One of the bodyguards informed him. - Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes. replied the young woman with a smile. - Good, majesty. The princess exchanged a look with Lucia, not feeling able to call Mirabelle to tell her that they couldn't find a present... - And this scarf? It's handmade... And it's not expensive. The fabric is soft and silky. - A cheap scarf? Lucia. He's probably not going to like knowing that his first present is cheap. Lucia shrugged her shoulders and looked away... A few seconds later, the same bodyguard came in their direction and without thinking of anything, she grabbed the scarf.

My thoughts were jumbled and I couldn't process one single thing. I slowly looked at the bright sky and made my way into the castle, I was tried and drained and the exercise and payed off. I stopped in my tracks, staring at the twins in their beautiful attire. Princess Jade had on a beautiful black silky gown that had glitters, her neck was adorned with a silver swan necklace, she wore her bracelet and matched it with a silver shoe. While Princess Juliet rocked off this huggy gown that had a slit by the side, similar accessories with a similar hairstyle.

The Princess had finally agreed to don a bell sleeved midnight blue velveteen gown that had the crowned owl embroidered all around the bodice in silver, leaving the bottom part bare. She had her hair down and she wore a silver coronet and tear drop sapphire earrings. Odeya on the other hand wore a sky blue linen dress that had embroidery around the hem and neck line done in silver and she also had her hair down but added two braids to hold the hair back from her face. They had walked down to the breakfast pavilion hand-in-hand with Alyn trying to look over the crowd for Prince Hayden. The crowd chattered excitedly as they took their seats on the trestle tables and today the Hands and Duennas

The skirt flowed outward in layers of silk and satin, each one darker than the last, the train long and regal, trailing behind like a shadow given form. Glossy black accents traced the seams, subtle but deliberate. The craftsmanship was impeccable. Hidden beneath the layers; just where I wanted were the details only I would know were there. A garter belt, seamlessly integrated. On one side, a slim dagger, perfectly balanced. On the other, a compact firearm, secured and invisible unless you knew where to look. A princess gown. For a war. My reflection stared back at me once the dress was on, fitted, adjusted, perfected. My hair was styled simply; loose waves, controlled but not restrained. Ma

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Her dress was fully embroidered with silver Swarovski crystal that were shunned brightly. Her hair were beautifully styled in a princess bun and on her head the was a diamond tiara. A 24 karat diamond necklace was shining brightly on her neck with matching earrings that were dangling down her ear. Her makeup was on point and there was no imperfection. She was an exact definition of how a princess should look. A beautiful long veil with embroidered end was placed on her head and she was staring back at Sabrina . Sabrina couldn’t believe that the girl so beautiful in front of her is no one else but her own self.

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.