Princess Syndrome Novels & Stories

I think it’s pretty obvious what I’ve been up to, she didn’t need to ask, so I just looked away and avoided her eyes. Princess Elsie looks magnificent and she’s the typical description of a fairy tale princess that I read in books and watched in cartoons as a kid. She is at least five foot an nine inches tall with long blonde hair that is neatly packed without a strand out of place. Her skin is flawless and without a single blemish. When she spoke, I notice her one sided dimple on her right cheek.

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.

"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

“I just don’t understand why she is like this. Almost like her memory was wiped clean.” “How,” Anika asked gently. He kissed her cheek before taking the tray and laying it on the table inside the room. He closed the door behind him before wrapping his Angel to his chest. “I have been at the princess's side since I could walk. Yes I understand most humans can look alike or even be identical but there is one thing our princess has that no one else will. She has a little crown right behind her ear. Too small to be tattooed by a tattoo artist. It’s also made for only fairies to see, a way for us to identify our royals if they fell in battle.” Andrew began gently as the smile widened on his love.

The psychopathic lord commanded, needing the girl as leverage over his brother. The medics began to inspect the princess’ wound, their faces filled with shock as they evaluated the scale of the damage. The girl began to panic as the medic’s poked and prodded at her wound, her violet eyes wide. She became increasingly hysterical, her screams filling the cell. The girl lashed out, kicking the medical staff with her good leg. When they continued to inspect her wound she cried out in frustration, punching an un-expecting woman in the nose. The woman crashed back, blood oozing from her nose. The princess crawled back on the floor, tears spilling from her eyes. “Get the away from me!” She shouted,

"I want to love you with no inhibitions or restrictions, Michael Royale. That is why I am choosing to bare it all to you. I want to let go of the past. I want my present and my future to be all about us and the children we will raise. I do not want to be controlled by any painful memories." I pull her back to me and smother her with a deep kiss. I am so happy she wants to love me. And the mention of children just made me even happier. Mi Princessa has accepted me! She wants me to be part of her future. I now understand why I should let her tell me everything. She is sharing her past with me so that our our present and future will be equal. I am amazed at her maturity and intelligence. As she

This incident only happened because of the woman's own foolishness. This was the first time in Miranda Hill's life that she had been humiliated like this. She took a deep breath and said, "Listen here, Larissa. If I have my eyes set on something, I'll get it, no matter what it is!" Larissa's face turned grim, and she sneered, "What's the matter? Are you dropping your act? I've known from the start that you were targeting me. "Who do you think you are? Why should I give something up just because you want it? Since you have Princess Syndrome, you better get it checked out. If left unchecked, it can become a serious issue!"

The middle-aged man had a calm look on his face, so I knew that there wasn't anything seriously wrong with the princess. "What is wrong with her?" I asked with my hands on my waist. "Nothing really. I just fear that she's been put under stress recently and since she has a fragile constitute, the slightest change in her daily activities, meal plan, environment, she reacts to it. "I suggest that you make her surrounding feel more homely and safe or else she will keep having the breakdowns every now and then which might lead to something fatal at the end." He explained to me. I sighed through my mouth, then pinched the bridge of my nose. "And how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, genuinely wa

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

There might be something worse going on here. Just as the thought enters my mind, Andy passes a glass of water to the Princess, and she drinks it. Could he be taking advantage of the side effect of the drug I studied? The Princess drinks the water, smiling happily. She’s shown nothing but happiness the entire time Andy has been here, and I hate to think that something bad is happening. I glance at the King, taking in the calm expression on his face. Surely someone would’ve caught him if he was drugging her, right?