Prison Princess Website Novels & Stories

“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.

As my car pulled up in front of the prison yard, I shook my head in shame at the shambles I was going to see. Normally, Francesca is a rude and cruel bitch one I have grown to hate and now that she had been ripped off her powers and control I decided to stop by to see how she would control her kind while in jail for the rest of her life. “Do you think this is a good idea Gui?” Maria asked, her tone laced with concern.

she explained Marcus’s brows furrowed, “Your late father? I thought John owned the company,” he said, confused. John had boasted several times to Marcus about being the owner. “No, he doesn’t,” Sophia replied, her tone polite but firm. She then shifted her focus back to the governor, her smile returning. “S.M is a company that caters to luxury items for celebrities, sir. We’d love to have you as a client.” The governor turned to her, about to speak, when Marcus interrupted again.

“Does that please you, Princess?” The sharpness in his tone made her flinch. “You think I want you gone?” “You should.” He stepped closer, his boots crunching on gravel. “I am not safe for you. You saw what I am in the interrogation. You should stay away.” Her chest tightened, recalling his darkness, the merciless way he broke the servant’s will until death claimed him. She had been afraid. But more than that, she had been drawn—because she’d seen the truth of him, the sharp edges no one else dared reveal.

I asked Alessandro. "In that folder is information on our Princess." My eldest son Alessandro said which made me picked up the folder then opened it and immediately saw a picture of her. She looks go grown and beautiful. Her and Luca are definitely twins, they're literally a replica of each other but in different genders. "You finally found our Principessa?" I asked staring at the picture that was in the folder. (Principessa- Princess) "Yes, and she lives here in New York but she's also secretive because there's barely anything on her other than adoptive parents," Alessandro said looking at me with a blank expression.

Larry pushed the door open and walked in, taking a look at Piper. She seemed more mature than before, she had a charming smile on her lips. "Larry, have a sit." Piper pointed to the seat across from her. "What's the matter with calling me here so urgently?" Larry asked as he sat down. "Do you know of a girl named Diane inside our prison?" Piper asked, leaning back in her chair. "Yes, why?" Larry pretended to be confused and said, "She was picked up by our third squadron a few days ago and is now living in a single-room cell in the prison."

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

we both cuss looking around in shock. The big room doesn't have a bed as we expected. And it's a normal room either, but someone's lair. And why was the door unlocked? Did they want us to find it? The room contains a table and a chair in the middle, and what caught our attention is the countless pictures on the walls. "Fuck princess, some fucker is obsessed with you" My pictures from three two months ago. The pictures of me entering Carl's club the day I killed Travis.