Princesses Crying Novels & Stories

"Yes, Dad. I'm home." "Welcome home, Princess. How are you?" She didn't realize tears were already rolling down her eyes. "I'm fine, Dad. What is happening?" He shook his head slightly. "I don't know, Princess." She bowed her head and cried. "Dad?" "Yes, princess." "Don't leave me." He smiled. "I can't decide that, Princess." "Dad? You can't leave me." "If God wants, then I will be with you." She let out a loud cry. "Dad?" "Don't cry, Princess. Don't cry." But she couldn't help it but cry.

A loud wail tore out of Amy’s throat, as her heart sinks and tears rolled freely down her cheeks. “ Please, my princess.”Amelia held onto the already crying Amy. “Don’t touch me, don't touch me.” she cries moving away from Amelia. “Amelia shook her head negatively, and tears stream down her cheeks as she watches her princess fall to the floor, lying in the center of her dress. Tears pulling down her cheeks. She squats to Amy's level and clutches her tightly, placing Amy's head on her chest, while Amy held onto her arms, weeping terribly.

Soft cries that became more and more like screams. Clarita tried to reach the princess's gurney with great difficulty. He even forgot that the stitches on his stomach had not dried completely. She kept forcing herself to reach for the gurney until she accidentally dropped the glass, making the princess's cries get louder. Not only the princess, but now the baby in her arms was also crying because she was shocked.

She dropped to her knees, bowing her head, “I hate this,” she whispered hugging herself, a single tear spilt from her eyes, falling down her cheek, a wave of pain and sadness hit her but she wouldn't cry, if she cried now, it would consume her. She bit her lip, trying to reign in her emotions. She didn’t want to be a princess, she wasn’t fit to be a princess, unlike her sisters who fit the part, Layana did not. She could barely keep her mouth shut.

"Right here, Princess." The floor might as well have opened up and swallowed her whole. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." She said it out loud. In front of both royal families. For one frozen heartbeat, nobody moved. Then Princess Giselle burst out laughing—a bright, uncontrollable sound that echoed off the stone walls. She doubled over, actually clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face. "Oh—oh my gods—" Giselle gasped between fits of laughter. "She—she didn't know! She had no idea!"

Lust filled their eyes and attacked the Princesses. It was a horrible sight. The royal guards fought the bandits, but they had weapons---guns. They stripped the Princesses and devoured their bodies as they cried for help. Everything fell in chaos. Princess Alentis showed up, terrified and trembling when she sighted how the bandits disgrace her mother. She was being raped by three men, and not far from her was Princess Kirsten, pale and dead, and the Queens of Italy and Greece. They amputated their bodies, and she saw how her grandfather was slayed trying to protect her.

The Princess’ frantic movements suddenly started to grow sluggish, weaker as her voice all but broke off and turned into hiccupping sobs as if all the fight left her just as unbidden as it came out of nowhere. “W-Why…? I can… I can still see them,” the Princess manages to choke out past her sobs, her voice raw and hurt, her tiny hands desperately grabbing and fisting on the front of Eden’s dress as she all but buried her face on the side of the older girl’s neck, the fresh round of tears damping and running down Eden’s skin are cold rivulets as the child in her lap all but begged: “Please, please, I don’t want this, I don’t want any of this, Eden help me. MAKE THEM GO AWAY!”

Princess Natom was in tears as she ran away from the library door where she overheard their conversation. Princess Reda ran after her confusingly, why was she crying? Was it because of what Prince Cine said? "Go away!" Princess Natom turned her back on the bench she was sitting on when Princess Reda tried to touch her. "Natom, why are you suddenly crying? I don't understand." She asked, confused about everything.

Tears streamed down Mask Princess' face like a raging river, glistening under the dim light of the room. She tried her best to hold them back, but the tears kept flowing relentlessly down her cheeks. The anger inside of her was boiling over as she approached the King, her hands shaking as she grabbed him forcefully by the collar of his robe.

All eyes followed her every movement, heart clenching when she finally bent down onto the prince’s cold body. Disbelief on her face and the stark pain written on her bluish eyes before it turned to bloody red. Tears stung on the eyes of everyone in the room when she helplessly called him so softly, bidding her husband to open his eyes. “Imja…I’m here. Jion,canst ye hear me?” The tribe princess did not shed tears as she continuously called Prince Jion to wake up. "My prince...canst ye not hear me?"