Princess Thomas Novels & Stories

Her tone was cold and indifferent when she said, “If you don’t want to stay here with us, you can go home first.” That was considered a gentle response. Emma did not want to make a scene either. She wanted Thomas to leave first so that they could continue their photo shoot. They could forget the matter for the time being. Unexpectedly… Thomas instantly grabbed the princess dress and fiercely said, “This princess dress doesn’t suit you. You can’t enter the dressing room. Leave with me!” Thomas used too much strength, and the princess dress that was of bad quality instantly ripped with a rustling sound.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

"Thanks. For strength. I need that. And therapy." He smiled and walked off. By the time I took my seat, I had a stack of saccharine niceness and no understanding of how I ended up here. It was as if they were all members of some covert society called "Nice People" and nobody reminded me that I was included. In Creed X, we did not do nice. We did effective. We did ruthless but in stilettos. I hadn't even fully logged in to my system when Queen arrived. Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

The moment he took a step forward, he was already on the ground before Sky. He looked at Sky and said coldly, “I came here for a walk, of course. Sky, you’ve pushed it too far this time. Do you really think you can do anything you please just because you defeated Omniscient Deity? How dare you make a move on Thea Callahan?” “What does this have to do with you?” Sky said coldly. Thomas was here because Thea was his grandson’s wife. Why was the Prince of Orchid here as well?

Edwin added Fuck, fuck fuck! Thomas shouted, Thomas had thought back to the princess smirk for a reason he just felt she had something to do with this, just the thought of her made him shiver in thought, how twisted could she be?

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Stepping over the pile of ash that was once my mother, I head around the desk and pick up my fathers phone. “Hello, councilman Fergus, it's Princess Lyra, we need your assistance. My father and mother chose to stop breathing and I am now in charge. Please make your way to the mansion” I hear him scoff and grumble before I hang up. I repeat this three more times to the higher ranking council members. By the time I have finished Demitri has returned and let me know that he has had some of the maids put drinks together in the lounge for everybody when they arrive.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless: