Princess Treatment List Novels & Stories

She had decided to ignore the message, but she remembered the delicious and extremely expensive meals she was entitled to without spending anything and finally left her apartment. It was a five star hotel... A splendid hotel. The decoration was magnificent and the staff was top notch. She went to the reception and adjusted her scarf and her glasses before giving the name of the princess to announce her arrival... Then, when she had the authorization to go up, she entered the elevator and waited patiently until she arrived at the floor of the suite of Mirabelle... A beautiful suite with a splendid view. Speaking of Mirabelle, Kaya was sure she was going to make a scene...

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

"Did I do something wrong, Anna?" "Is that truly the best you can come up with?" She gave him the look — patient, disbelieving, faintly annoyed in the way only affection allows. "'Anna love.' 'Anna baby.' 'Sweetie.' 'Honey.' 'My darling.' You know — little affection, JB, touch of romance." She gestured with one hand as though illustrating something that should have been obvious from birth. "I am a princess, you are supposed to treat me like one, pamper me like one. With tenderness, with care, like you'd handle an egg or a flower. Must I stand here and teach you everything? You're truly not caring."

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Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

The two women tittered but Jared refused to listen. “You should be grateful that the princess is kind and not bigots like the two of you because if she was, your tongues would be pulled out. Asteria is more tamed than Kythia where I come from. Princess, you should work more on keeping your subjects in line, I would not be kind like you.” Jared stated staring at her. Alexa kept her gaze on Jared even though she notice through the side of her eyesight that one of the women swooned and they looked more fearful.

But they sat there, real and solid, and nothing collapsed when I said them. I even believed them. A little. Mariah slid onto the bench and crossed her legs, still watching me. “Princesses have it made, you know.” I snorted, dabbing carefully under my eye in case my mascara smudged. “Yeah? How so?” “Think about it,” she said. “They have people at their beck and call. Stylist on demand. Hair and makeup squad. Someone to tailor every dress. If I had a chef to cook all my food and a trainer who worked me out every day, I’d feel and look like a princess too.”

Yet they so carefully help me out of my dress—treating it as though the crown jewels are stitched onto it—and then wrap me in a luxurious robe and settle me in a high-backed, tufted chair that resembles a throne, and the protest slips from my brain. One woman removes my makeup. Another daintily pulls the pins from my hair. The third is all about the bath, first as my feet soak in fragrant rose water with velvety petals scattered on top. Then in the massive tub, with bubbles. A light massage follows. I’m not one who goes overboard with the pampering, but I’ll confess, if I had this treatment every night after endless hours at the restaurant… I wouldn’t complain. Just sayin’. All I have to do

Guessing what we’re up to in here? It’s taking every ounce of strength I have not to simply penetrate her now. But I hold back. My princess deserves an incredible first time. She needs to be pampered, spoiled, treated with care. Even if I fuck her hard and fast and pump every inch of my cock into her tiny little hole, I’ll do it at home on a fifty thousand dollar bed with seven thousand dollar sheets in a manor fit for royalty. I’ll make her mine and spoil her for the rest of her life.