Novel & Cerita Princess Treatment List

she said smiling. “I would massage your shoulders and arms,” Kira the youngest said, rushing forward. “And I have a lot of stories to tell you about the Alpha King,” Betty said giggling. They all seemed to be very nice and sweet but it didn't change the fact that she felt she didn't deserve to be treated like she was a very important person, she hated how they stared at her with genuine admiration, this was scary to her; she just wanted them to look at her with scorn, with hatred, to humiliate her and call her names like she's ugly and scarred, this princess treatment was not what she wanted.

Beta Max; I’ve met ladies of various kinds. Fat, slender, short, tall, or whatever skin tone. Characters of different sorts, but never have I met a lady who was fucking sick in the head like the Princess, standing right in front of me. She was the worst of them all. Crazy, tramp, unreasonable. The worst of it was how nonchalant she was toward her fucking life. How could a princess who was given the best upbringing by a powerful man like her father, act this way? I had been fucking trying to do the maths ever since her first approach toward me. But I couldn't get an answer.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

she says as she glares at Kathy. Kathy hung her head in mock shame while she pulled her seat out again to sit back down but was stopped again stopped by Luna Ashley. Kathy, please take the chair on the other side of the table from Anthony. As you should be aware, the seating at any table, whether in the private dining area or at the communal dining facility, is by rank. This chair,” Luna Ashley says as she gently pulls it out and nods her head at me to sit, “is for the Royal Princess. And while you are now and will always be our daughter, it is not by birth, and therefore you are not the Royal Princess.”

“ What is the story about , mommy ? “ asked Angelo . “ ……..Once upon a time, in this place , lived a beautiful princess . She had long dark hair and fair eyes . Even though she was the eldest princess , unlike the other princess , she wasn’t treated in a good way . She was often bullied by others . The family had strict rules . Females and males received different education from one another and weren’t allowed to interfere with each other’s classes . “ said Antonio . “ Really ? It was that strict ? But…..why ? “ asked Angelo surprised when hearing him . “ Yes ! It still is , even to this day . Princesses were raised by the family to become outstanding brides to be married off to other more

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“What about the others? His cousin seemed a bit... outspoken.” “Georgina is the opposite of Prince Andrew.” He smiled faintly while talking about her, which I didn't appreciate much. “She’s been flirting with everyone since she arrived. Poor Prince had to spend half his time apologising on her behalf.” “Including you?” He nodded, but the smile on his face didn't fade away, which made me feel a flicker of something I didn’t want to name. “She’s a princess. I suppose she’s used to getting attention because of her title. Still—” I hesitated, because my words were sharper than I intended. “She could try acting her age, especially around the President of a nation. That is highly disrespectful.”

I don't even know why were here considering the elders just want to catch up. We sat there for half an hour when a maid enters and approach Cloudethe. "Miss what would you like to have?" Cloudethe looked at her with a frown. Tss brat just like i've expected. "How many time do I have to tell you stop calling me miss call me Cloudethe. And I would like to have water and some chips please." She then turned to me "what would you like to have?" She asks, I just glanced at her and said water without showing any emotion. I'm sure this is also one of those daddy's little princess spoiled brat. Tsk. The thing I hate the most.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone