Russian Princess Novels & Stories

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

Giving them a glorious smile, I feigned interest as I began dancing with a princess who volunteered to be with me first. Princess Natalie Dashkov was a nice—she was also a bit awkward—maiden that looked Rose's age, but she was no match for the girl who held my heart. She showered me with numerous compliments and babbled about everything she knew about Russian history, most likely to impress me. It was irritating listening to Princess Natalie ramble, but I was able to get through the dance without seeming rude.

She'd always wanted to live a princess fantasy, but this was close enough: having an orgasm on the stairs of the Catherine Palace with her dark Russian prince. It was a perfect dream, and she was so afraid it was going to stay just that, a dream that would never be a reality within her reach.

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

“Nadia Petrovna.” Laura blinked. “The Russian?” “The Russian princess,” Clarance corrected. “The widow. The ghost who walks into rooms and has men kneeling before she’s even spoken.” Laura frowned. “She barely speaks at those meetings.” “Exactly,” Clarance said. “And yet she leaves with more power than anyone else.” Laura tilted her head. “You don’t like her.” Clarance laughed softly. “I don’t dislike her. I dislike pedestals.” She leaned back, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Nadia Petrovna has been allowed to cultivate an image of tragic restraint. Cold elegance. Untouchable grief. She’s been mythologized.”

I murmured when Alaric was already out of earshot, swallowed by the throng of nameless people milling around. Alistair Rousseau's eyes lit up when his gaze finally landed on mine. “And I believe you are the Princess of the Kingdom of Terra. Princess Victoria Lyn De Cordova I presume?” I inclined my head a gracious smile painted on my lips. I don't know while staring at them, I have this crazy urge to bow my head and curtsy. “That is correct Mr. Rousseau.”

Could barely breathe. Elena Valdris was Princess Elena Ravenwood. The woman he'd treated like garbage was royalty. The woman he'd called worthless was worth more than his entire family. It was almost too absurd to believe. Like something from a fairy tale. Except this fairy tale didn't have a happy ending for the prince. In this story, the prince was the villain. And the princess had become powerful enough to destroy him. Jack drove home slowly, his mind spinning. When he walked into his mansion, Victoria was waiting in the living room with red eyes from crying.

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”