Princess To Be Novels & Stories

The people knew she was greedy and so was Lorene but Bea hoped to make her see that just like her mother, Lorene would also be ruined. Bea hoped to make her see that too much greed consumes people. She didn’t want the Princess to be tainted. Her mother became so blinded with love and Bea was afraid that will be the fate of Princess Lorene. Bea promised her mother that she would always take care of the young Princess. Her mother has been serving the Queen as her personal maid and friend and so was Bea towards the young royal princess. She does not want Bea to fall for such a cruel man and what’s worse is that he is already mated.

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

Becca yelled. "Listen, Becca, we know what is best for you. Moreover, we have no choice, our family was chosen to produce a bride for the prince," my father responded. "Oh, I see… you pushed me into hell to save your heads, right.?" Becca yelled. "Common ginger, it's not hell. Prince Regan is a prince… useless or not, he is one of the royals. it's not as bad as you think.. we are paving the way to making you the queen," Becca's mother spoke up smoothly.

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

She was getting engaged tonCillian like she had always wanted. The High Priestess, with her line of priestesses trailing behind her, entered the hall and everyone sitting stood at attention and the entire hall fell silent. I wondered how it must feel to wield so much power. To have even royalty now to your demands. She ascended to the dais while the other priestesses took their positions. "Today we are here to unite the princes of the Southern Paw Kingdom with their mates chosen through the esteemed Princess Trials." At her words my mind took me back to the maze, the slash across my sleeve, Killian and Cillian dying in that mirror, me stabbing Killian, and Adelyn standing over me at the fina

I looked away from her, letting my eyes scan the club that had every eye on me now and I let the smile stretch across my face. “Some of you must have heard of the unforeseen and quite unfortunate incident that happened at the Princess’s debut three days ago and for that reason, she was unable to be properly presented to the Realm.” “Axel, stop—” her voice started and I would admit, hearing her say my name for the first time did prickle at something I didn’t like and didn’t want to acknowledge, but I didn’t let it stop me. “So on that note, I present to you all: Amber Crystabel Moon. Princess of the Realm, heir to the throne, and my soon to be official mate in two days.”

That's not her style. “Princess??” “Have a good day too Evans.” Amelia ended the call before I could say anything. Weird.. was someone there with her or did I leave her flustered? My phone beeped. Princess: Becca is going to be working with me for now. Until she has a job. We're going out, getting things ready for a job. I'll also like it if your thoughts are filled with me. Me: It always is a princess. Princess:...

She looked at it well. It had signs that it had once been wet before. It looked wet but it wasn’t. It was old and had this weird connection with her that she couldn't place. The handwriting was so defined and familiar. Angela wasted no more time and read what was in it to quench her anxiousness. Please accept her, she is the princess of Prestoria and the kingdom has just been wiped out, do not tell her this until her 15th birthday, take her as your own daughter and name her Angela, she has a greater destiny ahead of her.

he says. There is that dreadful silence again as they all wait for whatever proof they want to get. But they won't get it, not today and certainly not because I have no idea of what I should do which I do not to be honest, but because there is one thing I have hated all my life and it is being challenged. So I slam my palms on the table which definitely shocks them all and whisper in the most of my dangerous calm voice I can summon at the moment. "I am Princess Bella, Daughter of King Kane and his Queen Enola.... The lost Princess of L'agaib... You either take it, or leave it." With that I sit back down and add, "Shall we begin the council meeting?" *****

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”