Punk Princesses Novels & Stories

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

"Donna Darnicks didn't have any breasts when we were twelve, which is why she let you go that far to begin with." "Still an erogenous zone. Call me when you have your first vagina encounter. Or hell, I'll entertain this when you get fingered by a girl." "God, Ronnie, you act like I should be slutting it up." Her long fingers closed the magazine she hadn't really been reading. And her face was masked with a devious grin. "You should be...with Collier. When are you going to stop acting like you're Cuntzilla on the prowl and go back to what you know?"

He will earn his woman’s love and trust. Tabitha grunted at the wave of the peach blossom petals that shooting out from Ruby’s range. The spiritual power seemed to be overwhelming and started getting bigger and bigger. The peach blossom petals were raging out of control. “Fairy Princess don’t show your true form!” shouted Tabitha. Eric looked at her in surprise. “True form?” asked Eric. What true form? What other forms does she have? “Fairy Princess wake up! Wake up! You can’t show your form!” shouted Tabitha.

, I concur as she carasees my face and drops kisses here and there. “Now I need to be thanked proper;y”, I say with a grin. “Oh yeag?” she lifts up an eyebrow. “Yep angel”, I say as I point to my dick, “Start sucking princess” She looks at me in shock, then at my dick, then back at nme, “I cant do that Luca, I don’t even know how”, she says with wide eyes. “Princess it’s a gradual stage of learning, no one was born into it, they all learn”, I say, kissing her head and running my hands through her hair.

Oh I have dreaded this day, but what was the use I couldn't run away or hide from my responsibilities so instead I did the one thing mother always wanted me to- comply. Comply with the rules Obey instructions Don't do this Don't do that Don't be a human being instead be a Punishment oh sorry I meant Princess. “Very well.” I nodded, the jeweled pins in my hair catching the light like fragments of shattered glass. “Let us proceed.” As I walked, the rustle of my gown whispered against the carpet. When we entered the grand room, I was greeted by the polite smiles of royalty, each prince standing in a neat row, their eyes flickering with hope, pride, or barely concealed impatience.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last:

"Blake and Primrose said they would get piercings as a birthday present for me." Primrose is lying on Blake's bed, flipping through television channels. She shrugs. "It seemed easier than going to the mall to buy a gift." You might know Primrose Johnson as the Princess of Goth and all things supernatural. Many people adore her and hope to one day experience her cutting insults and deadly glares. Some even create video compilations of her epic eye rolls and her 'no bitch' face. And they wish they were part of her girl squad, which includes Molly Haynes, Avery Walsh, and Libby Stone.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.