Princess Syndrome Novels & Stories

Raek Sheen said, still staring at Jake dumbfoundedly. "Yeah," another man shook his head and said, "he's talking about private jets, and being married to the first Princess of the Kingdom? Who doesn't know that the princess is engaged to be married to the Prince of Paris in six days time?" "It seems that your medicine is rubbish old man, congratulations, you turned him into a retard." Raek stood up ready to leave. "What? Are you trying to insult me young man?" Mr Heart, who was leaning against the small table stood up straight. "Matter of fact, I have reason to believe that this kid is the one who drank up your Acceleration Healer medicine."

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

For a long moment, Eden can hear absolutely nothing but the sound of her stuttering heartbeat and her highness’ breathing heavily, head bowed down. The Princess was still a child that was a good, few years away from being considered a young woman and despite what everyone says about her, she is beautiful, has always been beautiful but at the same time, she looks absolutely terrible right now. Her skin has a grayish, sickly tint that wasn’t there before, lips chapped and colorless, eyes blown wide, haunted, and looking almost unseeing as she continued to silently heave large mouthfuls of air, as if she was choking, as if she was drowning. And Eden… she was afraid, she was so afraid of what co

“About 20 years ago, a princess was born to the royal family, but she was swapped with another baby. Even though the current princess is adorable, we'd still like to find the missing child. "However, no one in our country has seen the missing princess before, and we'd like your help in searching for her.” Oliver did not expect this to be the mission. He was silent and looked grim. This was an important mission! He promised earnestly, “Don’t worry, I'll try my best to find the lost princess. Do you have any clues for me?” The other party sent over all the information they had. “Our missing princess is just like the rest in the royal family of Charleston. She has a feather birthmark on the bac

they immediately stood up. “Your majesties.” Greeted the doctor with a bow. “Yes, doctor, please tell us about the princess?” inquired the queen. “Her condition is critical but stable, she has three brocked ribs and a concussion.” Answered the doctor. “Oh, gods of our land, my daughter, my poor princess!” the queen wailed.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

He didn't mention it because she would have gotten big head about it. She was a spoiled Princess but she was smart and useful. If only she acted like that more. She was honestly the first person that he had interacted like that with. She had a very interesting personality and he could not decide if she was annoying or not. The more she showed him her calm side he would rue it out but then a few seconds later something stupid would come out of her mouth and it would all get reversed.