Princessa Novels & Stories

However, she heard a cute voice call her name. "Princess Seri," the woman in front of her called out. "Why aren't you eating your steak? Is there something wrong?" It was Princess Janine Renyel, the princess of Eusap. "Oh, no," Seri replied. "I just really love this soup." Of course, she lied. She would not admit that she was worried about having indigestion because of how tense she was.

I mentally slapped my forehead! I just can’t get her name straight, despite how many times I have heard it. I crouch before the sweet little girl and say, “My bad, I am sorry. And what is the name of this beautiful fairy princess?” “Lyana, sir!” She stretches her hand for a handshake, and I hold her tiny hand into mine and couple the gesture with a smile. “Lyana Angel Salma! And these princesses are real!” Wow! Wow! Just wow! I am more infatuated! Such a sweet, disciplined, intelligent, and cute girl! She is just like...

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

"Hi, Luna, it's nice to finally meet you. Sage has told me a lot of beautiful things about you. My name is-" "Lannie?" "My name is Melanie but people call me Queen Lannie. It's so nice to see you, Deluna," Lannie? Fuck, Lannie? Yes, Lannie! Same Lannie who lied to me. Or isn't it? Why does she have to look beautiful now? "And I'm Princess Sofia, the most loveliest princess of DarkBlood legion." "I'm prince Adrian. Nice to meet you, Luna. "

I murmured when Alaric was already out of earshot, swallowed by the throng of nameless people milling around. Alistair Rousseau's eyes lit up when his gaze finally landed on mine. “And I believe you are the Princess of the Kingdom of Terra. Princess Victoria Lyn De Cordova I presume?” I inclined my head a gracious smile painted on my lips. I don't know while staring at them, I have this crazy urge to bow my head and curtsy. “That is correct Mr. Rousseau.”

I challenged him. "Well maybe the evil spirit is actually trying to stop a certain spirit from fooling around!" "Hey, spirit." I said. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how much of a d*ck is PRINCE Ace?" '11' "Who's the ugliest and stupid looking princess in the whole kingdom?" 'R-O-S-E"

"Philippa Dardanos." Mateo spat out her name indifferently. Philippa's face turns ugly for a second, "Ms Carissa, I'm the 2nd family Royal Princess and also Teo's childhood friend." she smiled at Carissa. "Nice to meet you, princess." Carissa smiled back with her own fake smile. She could tell that the 'princess' in front of her was trying to imply something. However, even if she tried to imply anything, nothing could be undone and redone.

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.