Princess Style Carry Novels & Stories

She spotted me immediately and made a beeline for our table. “Princess Bianca,” she said with a deep bow. “I’m Vivienne, your stylist for today. Prince Isaac insisted you have only the best for tonight’s event.” I blinked in surprise. “My stylist? But I have plenty of evening gowns—” “These are all custom selections based on your current measurements,” the stylist interrupted, gesturing to the rack. “The Prince was very specific about the colors and styles. And of course,” she added, turning to Clara, “we have options for your guard as well. The Prince mentioned you would be accompanying the Princess tonight.”

“The Crown Princess will surely love that, young Prince JK.” Replying to her with a giggle and an excited tone of his voice, she smiles back and once more in return to the young prince as a familiar voice and a call stole her attention. “JK!” Glancing beside as the image of the young princess and the adored daughter of the crown royals smiles at the both of them while waving her hands towards the young prince that in the distinct flow of this time her very presence and existence as a human is eminent and changes the flow and course of things. She wears a grand blue ball dress by which intricate design is a pattern from the mistress of time and added by the spark and wealth of diamonds and pe

He insists as he opens the door, allowing me to enter first. “Oh good, you came in!” May calls out before giving a quick bow. “Give me just a moment to get it.” She states before entering the back room. “Here we are.” She is back in a flash. “Now, I know that you said one of each, so I took the liberty of collecting the wrappings for each.” I watch as she places two beautiful boxes down before me. One gold and blue, and one gold and pink, then removing the lids. A white and gold body suit with blue accents is within the Gold and Blue box. “It looks like a little prince outfit,” Onyx says while holding it up. He places it carefully back into the box before picking up a White and Gold onesie w

Princess Caralyn is stuck. Stuck on decision-making. She has selected two different outfits from the few non-princess outfits she possesses. And now, she can’t decide which of the two to choose. The number of normal clothes that Caralyn has could be held in one hand, but talk about royal gowns? She has enough to fill a whole room. And that isn’t an exaggeration because back at the palace, she has a walk-in closet filled with nothing but her princess gowns.

Parties blurred together: the same music, the same fawning girls who pretended not to know who he was, the same expectations from a life planned out by his family’s crown and fortune. Then the air shifted. It wasn’t the music—it was the room itself, like a breeze of curiosity had swept through. Heads turned toward the entrance. She walked in like she owned the night. Princess Ariel. She wasn’t in a ball gown, and she wasn’t the prim, perfect image the palace PR team would have approved. She wore tailored black shorts that hugged her hips, a loose silken top that skimmed her curves and ended just low enough to hint rather than show. Her long legs were balanced on sky-high heels that clicked s

Princess asked. "What are you waiting for? Come in!!" She answered and watched the door. Princess walked in and she was dressed exactly like her mother. Red crop top on blu jeans and red sneakers. At the front of it was written, I AM THEIR... when she got to Rose who had her arms opened wide. Rose looked at the back and as expected what was written on the back was PRINCESS. "We are dressed like twins!!" Princess said happily while looking at her mother's clothes.

Her carriage was made of living wood, its branches twisted into delicate shapes that moved like breathing limbs. Whispers of “beauty,” “mystic,” and “ageless” followed her. Lastly, the sky seemed to shimmer with embers as Lystrielle, Phoenix Princess of Embercrest, appeared at the top of the steps. Her gown burned in shades of gold, scarlet, and ember. Her eyes were fierce, lips pressed in quiet determination. With every step, the hem of her dress seemed to smoke, as if fire clung to her. Her carriage was shaped like a soaring phoenix, flame designs carved deep into its sides.

Just staring at the long row of attires gave me a headache and the unnecessary activity I would go through just to pick a dress was weighing down on me before I even started. “Evelyn, just pick whatever suits me best. I'll be in your room. Call me when you're done.” I said and turned to walk away before I lost my cool. By the time Evelyn came to get me, the entourage in my room had disappeared, leaving behind a long Indian attire, matching shoes, and jewelry. “Ditch the bag. I won't be carrying it.” Evelyn nodded and set the bag aside. “What kind of style do you want, My Princess?”

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

A young girl appeared with a tray and deposited white mugs on the table in front of them, before bowing and leaving and YuZhi pointed at the second dress on the page. “This one seems like something you would wear.” He tapped on the simplest of the three. It was a princess style, not too dissimilar to what she wore to the charity event, only it was white all over with a spattering of tiny diamonds on both bodice and skirt. Longer mid length lace sleeves in a very classic shape of dress with a boat neck. It was pretty but also modest.