Purple Princess Novels & Stories

Chapter 48 THE DAY OF THE NEW PRODUCT LAUNCH PARTY Camilla was face down, toying with the wedding ring on her finger. Today was the launching party of their new product, Purple. Purple is a unisex skin care product, consisting of face mask, lip balm, body lotion and more. A sigh left Camilla’s lips as she glanced outside through the blinds. She could see the streets buzzing in excitement as they drove past. Vincenzo has been on his phone since, probably doing her job.

Us girls were introduced one by one as we entered the hall. This was the first time that the princess was present during an event. She had dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders to her lower back and wore a gold and diamond dress. The most peculiar thing about her though was that her eyes were two different colours. Her left eye was a vivid shade of blue, while her left was dark brown. She did not look as outgoing as her brothers, but rather more reserved and shy.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

The princesses, their veiled expressions hidden, carefully placed the jars back into the bags and withdrew another set. This time, Nerissa unveiled a different type of sea cucumber, its hue a deep and captivating shade of purple. Madissa's chosen sea cucumber, on the other hand, boasted a lighter shade of purple. With a sense of reverence, the princesses handed the bags to the kings, who held them securely, safeguarding these precious offerings. The veils added an aura of mystique to their actions, their expressions concealed behind the shimmering silver sea silk lace.

My princess looks at me satisfied as she approaches me --- You were very kind, thank you-- he says touching my hair ---I would do anything for you-- I say sincerely, seeing her blush --- Well, I'm hungry, aren't you?-- asks trying to dodge the subject again --- I am, now get the yogurt, milk and strawberries that are in the fridge, I will make a very strengthening vitamin for you-- I say and my princess soon goes to the sink to wash her hands --- Yes sir-- speaks already near the fridge while picking things up and putting them on the table. The buns are already ready, the big problem is how to make the smoothie, what happened? I know what goes into a smoothie, I just don't know how to make i

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

For shame. Pull it together, woman. Christian’s brown eyes locked on mine behind those sexy-ass frames. Then they drifted—slowly, appreciatively—down to my neckline and back up again. I’d dyed the ends of my hair purple for the party and wore a plum-colored dress to match. He slid his fingers into my hair and gave it a gentle tug, leaning in to whisper near my ear. “Purple, huh?” I cleared my throat. “Yup.” “You told me red meant anger. What does purple stand for?”

“Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.” Things became increasingly awkward, and I took several steps back, behind Sebastian. I wanted to disappear. “A princess should have good character and care for her kin, not treat them carelessly. This lowly vampire, as you put it, might very well be the missing princess, my daughter Sophia.” Laura’s jaw hung loose as mine did as well. “Please, take Laura to her room. I have more important matters to attend to than her outbursts.” Laura screamed, “She is no princess.”

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”