Princess Thomas Novels & Stories

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

#1 – Killian Thomas (The ‘Scholarship’ Prince) I clenched my jaw as I scanned the description below my name. “Sure, he doesn’t have a trust fund or a last name that matters, but who cares? With brains, brooding good looks, and a perfect academic record, Killian Thomas is Westbridge’s very own ‘underdog prince.’ If only he wasn’t so serious all the time… someone should really help him relax.” The message was clear. This was Emma’s doing. I turned, and there she was, standing off to the side, watching me with that damn smirk of hers.

Before the man could even respond, Keisha grabbed another vase and smashed it. "This is what you want, isn't it? Then why bring three cheap imitations? What if I bring Gregory here instead? Would that make you happy?" "If it pleases the Princess, then bring him into the estate." "Fine." Keisha gritted her teeth and nodded. She took two steps back, then turned and walked away. "Mother! Mother!" Thomas called after her twice. She didn't respond. Frantic, he turned back to me, his voice loud and raw.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I needed him closer. “Because this is the end of your chapter,” Thomas said. “You had a good run. You stabilized the stock. You expanded into Asia. But you’re done. The King must die so the Prince can rise.” He gestured with the gun. “Move.” I took a step to the side, away from Ava. “You’re going to kill me,” I said. “Fine. But let them go. Ava can’t hurt you. She’s just a mother.” “She’s a loose end,” Thomas tutted. “And she’s proven to be… troublesome. A hundred million dollar headache. No, Jerome. She goes too. But I’ll make it quick. For the boy’s sake.”

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

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.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

She gestured rudely at Theresa. Elaine quickly snatched another spoon from Astrophel which he was already picking up to throw at his sister again while Darius said, "Claire, you would do well to remember that Theresa is one of us now and she is not a wench. For your own good, you'd do well to remember that she's a princess, half werewolf or not." He said sternly, obviously displeased with his daughter's attitude.