Prison Princess Website Novels & Stories

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

Dante didn't say anything to Cain, but kept watching him mess with his food while the other two laughed. "Is this the benefit of being a prison boss? Looks like I'll be taking that title from you, boy," Cain mocked, licking the sauce from his hand, dumping the messy plate back on the table. His repulsive act was seen by other inmates and fellow cops. But no one wanted to get involved. Even Meera got irritated by this and came up to me, grabbing my arm to get me to act. "Why aren't you doing anything? Stop that lunatic!" She said, looking back at Cain then at me.

"The princess's coming-of-age ceremony is in two days. All my grandsons and granddaughters will be there. Pick whichever one you like. If you want all of them, that's negotiable too-" Beep. Scarlett hung up immediately. She stared at her phone, utterly speechless. "All of them?" she muttered under her breath. "What am I supposed to do-build a royal harem?" She rubbed her forehead before heading back toward the villa. Earlier, she had accidentally turned on speakerphone. They probably heard part of the conversation. But after thinking it over, she relaxed slightly. Even if they found something suspicious, she could always explain it away. After all, according to the background investigation t

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:

the head maid explained, to which I nodded in agreement. The head maid's eyes bore disdain and utter disgust, leaving me questioning my own worth. After she departed, I couldn't ignore the pungent smell emanating from my gown; it was enough to make me shudder. The prison was a desolate world, hardly fit for any normal person, but my stepmother's cruelty had made me abnormal, leading me to this pitiful state—a princess turned prisoner.

I hung the call and immediately made a call to a trusted client of mine in the Tree syndicate," Hey Anthony, It's been a while " " That's right... What do you want because it's obvious we only call when we need something "Anthony went bluntly without hesitating. " I'm hearing rumors about the Tree having the Mafia Princess... I just called to say congratulations! " He laughed, " It calls for global celebration, Man. That little thing really hid well for a decade, fvck me! Actually, we don't have her yet. The Eastern Gang based in Boston managed to capture her somewhere in New Jersey and the Tree has sent delegates to collect her from them. Why are interested in the Mafia Princess? "

The clerk goes pale and still. “Oh, great!” Ariel Sinclair says, laughing and leaning against the counter, perfectly casual. “I guess my reputation precedes me.” She grins and glances at the magazines in the rack next to the checkout, several of which read Kidnapped Princess! The clerk blushes when he realizes that he’s also carrying several more scandalous titles, the covers of which declare her a traitor to her nation and show pictures of her in an Atalaxian crown, beaming at their damned prince. “Phone,” the Alpha snarls, drawing the clerk’s eyes back to him. “Now.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t have any—” I turn my attention to the pile of papers before me. “I don’t care who you fuck as long as you stay away from me. You are a political prisoner here, Princess Vivian. You want to have a child, have one. I’m sure it will keep you busy.” Vivian slams her hands down on the desk, her voice raised. “What am I lacking? I am more beautiful than that little tramp! I am of royal descent! You should be grateful that I’m allowing somebody like you to lay with me! Do you know how many men have begged me for a sliver of my attention?! That woman—Nobody even knows who her parents were! She could have been the child of a prostitute, for all you know! She and I

King of the South Claud continent, His Majesty Osabarima Kelenkeahi III, took his seat. The large hall was deafeningly quiet. "Your Majesty, the lady behind you today is your own biological daughter," the prosecutor said as he mounted the stage. Princess Osabarima Kelenkeshi Patience is her name. She is commonly referred to as PP. Vera Thompson, a prostitute friend of hers, is accompanying her. They were apprehended on a distant continent known as BroadBase, my Lord. They were engaged in prostitution as a profession, which has resulted in the emergence of these two scumbags. Rita Wakato, one of the fifty thousand teenagers you sent out, was instrumental in their arrest.

What are these people doing here? The man who called this my prison kicks my ankle from behind and I fall to the ground. My knees hit the edge of the stairs and pain sears through my legs but I don’t let any sound out. “ Princess. ” Renee yells from behind. “ let her go! What are you doing?!! She is the Princess of the North. You can’t treat her like mmmhhh mmmhh. ” I glance over my shoulder in panic when her voice gets muffled, only to meet a pair of legs and no view of her.