Princess Treatment Artinya Novels & Stories

When he teases her, she always fought back until both of them have nothing to say. She sighs. Though he's acting like an idiot sometimes, he still looks so cool. His pity jokes are like expressing that someone like her exist in his eyes. That there is Siren who's living in this world. It sounds insane, but it makes her feel warm. She likes the feeling of being teased in a pure manner or joking. The way she can talk back at him is something her heart has been always wanting to feel. Literally, no one treats her like this before. Being treated like a princess makes her life dull.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

People like Bianca were meant to be kept in hospitals where pride and arrogance were specially treated! How could she slap a woman old enough to be her mother?! "Spare me the details! I paid a lot of money to make sure I'm booked with you three weeks earlier despite your one month requirement. Fine! Then I come here today to hear shit about my money being refunded and stuffs? Is that the screwed up 'maximum satisfaction' you give your clients, huh?" Bianca yelled dramatically. The Princess spared her a degrading look. How do one derive pleasure in embarrassing oneself??

Love, Azalea’. She went back outside. She had warriors to train. The Board may want to stand behind the werewolves and launch an attack on them for going against the rules and attacking the werewolves. Meanwhile, the twins were receiving a treatment suitable for 'former princesses'. Of course Princesses were thought to be rude, sassy, scornful and always maltreating their maids. So if you an opportunity to swap places with one, you won't waste a second in maltreating them.

Caroline ended the story, caressing Artin’s face. “Mamma, I’m… a prince,” Artin said, recalling how someone had called him Prince. “Yes, you’re my prince,” Caroline said, pinching his cheek. “Prince cham..Caming?” Artin asked. “No, sweetheart. You’re only my Prince. My Prince charming is your Papa. Only people of almost height become any girl prince charming.” Caroline answered his unasked question, knowing very well what he was going to ask next. She knowingly mentioned the word HEIGHT so that Artin wouldn’t start complaining about him not making her Prince charming.

"Oh, they'll be fine, Zuu. Just give it some days." She smiles and looks at me. "The princes are every female Noble’s dream. No one has ever said ‘no’ to them. You are the first." I shrug. "They're better off without me." And I mean those words in a literal sense.

He smiled and fished the small key from his pocket, placing it in my hand just as Tobi handed him a glass of something amber and strong. “There you go, Uncle Cayden,” Tobi said. “It’s still Thefros to you, boy,” Cayden replied with a wink in my direction. “Oh, I see how it is. The official titles don’t apply to the princess, apparently,” Tobi teased, pretending to be offended. “Well, maybe you should try being as charming as that one,” Cayden said, pointing at me. “Alright, enough out of you two,” I said, rolling my eyes fondly.