Princessa Novels & Stories

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

They would be together in an unimaginable select list. Astrid of Brussels, Princess of Belgium. Melania Knauss-Trump, First Lady of the United States of America. Catherine Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge. Anak Saleha, Queen consort of Brunei. Rania Al Abdullah, Queen of Jordan. Leticia Ortiz, Queen of Spain. Charlene Wittsotck, Princess of Monaco. Maria Theresa, Grand Duchess of Luxembourg. Mako of Akishino, Princess of Japan. Mary Donaldson, Princess of Denmark.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Exactly what Sidney needs. She walks towards us from her royal throne, tossing her blonde hair out of her face every few seconds, strutting confidently in her five inch high gold pumps. With a skirt about five inches above dress code requirements and a blouse with a few too many buttons undone, she managed to catch the eyes of every boy in the school.

"Don't you guys recognise me? Even a commoner from Vesilios can recognise me." Stefanos turned to Draco, giving him that look as if to ask, 'You know this chick?' to which Draco looked back at the lady, trying to read her face before it clicked in. Eyes turned wide and lips parted, Draco stared in surprise at the lady before him. "Of course! How could I forget? The Princess!" "The what?" Draco turned back to Stefanos, pointing towards the lady. "That's Princesss Augustina, the princess of Vesilios, daughter of King Archibald the Great."

It's messy and I think it badly needs a hairbrush. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he shouted. Gosh he's breath stinks! I almost throw up and I badly want to shout in his face that he needs to know some personal hygiene. "I am Princess Amira, the second princess of Citrine. And she's my personal assistant Ashley Devera," I told him before he shouts at us again. Because he might kill us with the bad breath he have! He looked at me as if scanning me from head to toe. Then he smiled, a devil one!

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

The name of the Knostican Princess is ASALEA. As Dreckos relayed such fact that he gathered about Queen Lea, King Timodore was stunned. He could not believe that he, King Timodore was able to be fooled by a woman. He was sure that Princess Asalea and his wife Queen Lea is the same. It will never be a coincidence that the Princess of Knostican can make herself invisible, the same thing that his wife could do. King Timodore could not fully understand why she needed to lie to him about her true identity.

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.