Russian Princess Novels & Stories

“Why?! Why now, when you're about to die?! You should’ve hated him all along! You should’ve left him! Why, Princess?! Why?!” Vannessa cried as she held her lady's feet. Adelaide sighed. “Yeah, me too. I wonder why this Polly girl got herself so deep in this mess. He’s not even that good-looking.” She rolled her eyes. Sure, he was handsome and tall, but his face was definitely not worth her life. Russo bent down and pulled Vannessa up. “The Princess isn’t dead yet. Stop crying.” Vannessa shot Russo an angry glare as she wiped her eyes.

Bella asks me with her puppy dog eyes. I sat beside her on the bed. Not the puppy dog eyes. "Of course I will," I say as I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Once upon a time, there was this lonely prince. He didn't know what to do so his friends sent him on a date. That was when he met the beautiful and fair princess." Bella softly slept, and I looked over to see her eyes closed. I got up from the bed carefully and bent over to kiss her on her forehead.

Jacinda gloats, cackling like the witch she is. Alex is the Prince? The Prince is Alex? Damn it, I did not see this coming! In my defence, of course I have heard about the werewolf hierarchy from my mother, and know that King Herrick and his mate Queen Danica are the ruling Monarchs at this time, and I may have heard about their children Prince Alexander and Princess Anastasia, but I have never seen pictures of them, or researched about them. The world of Royals has always seemed like a far-off, mystical world; much different from my own. And now, it turns out I may have just smooched ones socks off, and been quite rude and disrespectful to him for a few months now. Sweet baby Jesus, the dea

So the king had to find a consort to produce an heir. Which explained this extravagant party, and the ladies lined up on display. Lawrence fidgeted with the lace on her gown, feeling ridiculous. The other girls all looked so patient. Maybe they truly wanted to marry the acne-ridden twelve-year-old King Louis, though Lawrence didnt see how that was possible. They were all so elegant and beautiful. From the Russian princess, Elizabeth, whose sapphire-velvet gown had a collar trimmed in rabbits fur, to Maria, the princess from Poland, whose tiny button nose and full red mouth made her dizzyingly alluring, they all gazed at the boy king with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

-Past Time- Aurora POV The palace was abuzz with the Princess's daring fashion sense, a stark contrast to the modest attire of the kingdom's females. Her deep necklines, vibrant hues, and bold headpieces had already inspired some nobles to revamp their wardrobes. At her first lunch with the palace's female nobles, she wore a stunning, hugging dress with a train and deep V, captivating every female present - except Eni, the daughter of the King's top minister and potential king consort after Princess Deze marries King Zao.

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

"We are getting married." Rula reached out to shake Yarusoyya's hand. However, Yarusoyya did not instantly accept Rula's hand. She watched Rula's presence and didn't say anything. "She's a prostitute from the capital Ondalle Haven, Republic of Smerseth?" Rula is unaware that having the status of a princess doesn't instil in her courtesy and consideration for others' emotions. Yarusoyya's remarks were too hurtful. With a sarcastic grin, Rula inquired, "You're looking up information about me?"

Her thick hoarse voice made the princess's eyes widen in horror. She wasn't a statue, she was fucking real. "You won't be able to walk when you wake up tomorrow." Rose boasted. The princess almost choked on nothing. She could swear her walls tightened at the sound of her hoarse voice. Rose reached out and rubbed her soft red cheeks. "So you will sleep with me then?" Princess Sasha's eyes shone in expectation. Having sex with a royal was a privilege and seemed like an achievement to Rose. The price tag wasn't bad anyways, it was worth the task.