Princess Style Carry Novels & Stories

The items here were cute and simple an judging by their prices, it's more cheaper than my cheapest stilettoes. I roam around and got a pair of black sandal with four and a half inches of heels, a white Snickers, pair of bedroom slippers and pair of house slippers. "Thank you for shopping, the cost of items are only hundred and seventeen dollars." The lady says after putting my items into package. After paying, I simply walk out the store. Never in life I only spends barely two hundred and thirty dollars for shopping. No need to pull my belt off since I can bought even the entire mall using only a debit card.

I brought the leather holster that I embroidered for the prince and placed it in the middle of the table setting. There was the slightest breeze whirling off the gentle creek, and it enlivened my spirit which was rather downtrodden and depleted recently. The ends of my hair pulled tightly in a high ponytail, brushed against my face in the wind as a reminder that I was human, not a princess without consequence. I smoothed my long, silken magenta gown and tucked it carefully under my thighs, as my legs extended in front of me, the princess' cream-colored Chanel espadrilles peeking out at the end of the dress.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

Balenciaga long-sleeved, high-necked dress that was worn tight against the body. The last notable detail was the red lips and the black hijab over her hair. — Sorry to make you wait. – The hoarse voice apologized to everyone, but she looked remarkably at Karila who observed her deeply in the smallest details that even made her a little embarrassed. And without saying anything at all the princess looked away. Now tell me the truth, that you think me. - Let's go. - Hadd simply warned, breaking the remarkable looks that everyone gave the historian when she appeared in her sophisticated and attractive form in the room.

I tried different sleeves, long sleeves, short sleeves, no sleeves, and end up choosing an off-the-shoulder sleeve, lace dress, that's flowy and not too tight, with a big train behind and a big veil. For the little princess, we picked the sparkly fabric, a medium size ball gown in light lilac colour, it had an open back for her wings, and it reached down to her feet with so much tulle to make all Disney princesses jealous, and I even picked a tiara for her to match her dress. "Let's go back and meet with daddy," I tell the princess picking her up, I haven't held her for the last six hours, that's the longest she has ever gone without being picked up or carried.

- I like the shape of your lips! The stylist couldn't help but pay her a compliment by putting the lipsticks on her lips. The final step was putting on the dress and shoes. A pair of silver high heels was prepared for Mia. They were encrusted with countless broken diamonds, and the entire pair of shoes was shining. Caroline couldn't help but exclaim: - They look like crystal shoes. The young master is this prince. The stylist wanted to ask her if she had ever seen a prince in a wheelchair. However, she swallowed the words with the tip of her tongue. If she said something bad about Raphael, she thought Caroline would go crazy.

A circle of silver leaves and blue gemstones graced his head, emphasizing his princely status. Alora, the birthday princess, was dressed in a gown that resembled a starry night sky. Her dress featured layers of dark blue and navy fabric that seemed to twinkle with tiny, embedded moonstones. The bodice was adorned with delicate silver and sapphire sequins, mimicking a celestial canopy. A silver tiara, adorned with small crystal stars, graced her head, making her appear as if she were the queen of the night. Her hair was expertly styled in a French braid that framed her face and led to a bun at the back, creating an intricate and ethereal look.

Think of it from this point of view, my princess. Lian sighs: Ok, ok, you're done; let's go. Layan was wearing a special dress for this occasion, which is not what you expect, the white dress and the veil that extends along her back, and she carries in her hands a bouquet of roses, but it is a little dress like a military uniform, as we said earlier that it is considered war and survival and victory in it for the strongest and fastest. Layan was wearing a short pocket above. Her knees are made of wide leather to facilitate movement, and she has a long boot that reaches above the knees, and from the top a leather top that shows her arms without straps, and her hair is raised behind the helme

Hands trembling slightly, I opened the box. Inside… A stunning red satin dress. Strapless. Fitted bodice. A slit up the thigh that screamed danger. Beneath it, a jewelry box. A diamond choker necklace and earrings that sparkled like frost. And below that… silver stilettos, delicate as glass but fierce in shape. I opened the envelope with a nervous flick. A single card. We’d love to see you in these, Princess. —A, L & K. My breath caught.

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.