Russian Princess Novels & Stories

She drops her head and freezes. "Is this room not okay Princess," the young female asks, and my mate instantly places her hand on our pack member's arm. "This is perfect. You misunderstood my reaction. I have experienced very little of the world, and this beautiful room took me by surprise. Please, continue," Sasha explains in a comforting, almost motherly voice. I watch our pack member as her body loses its tension. Ace purs in our mind. Ace- soon, the pack will love her. The royal title scares them.

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.

’ [Well, well, my patience has paid off, I knew he would bring you to me eventually. Alcina stared at the man who had walked out of the stable, he was not Italian or Russian, ‘Prince Khalid, I am surprised to see you under such constrained circumstances.’ She spoke in English, the last time she had seen him was at a ball she had gone to during her time back in England when she had been introduced to him with her mother's title, Duchess. Only it wasn’t her Mother's title any more, when she had turned eighteen it had become her title, and when she had turned twenty all the other titles had come to her too. Not only was she a Duchess, her other titles included Countess and Baroness but her high

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

“As far as we can work out. The people here at the wedding are the only people who know I am a princess and none of them are going to dob on you.” “Besides it hasn’t been confirmed that I actually am a Princess, and if you get asked how you found me on that planet, just say you followed the other ship out and figured I had to be important, but never figured I was a Princess until after you married me. Gosh wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I wasn’t actually a princess.” and she giggled “I wouldn’t bother me, actually I might like it better. So where are we all staying tonight?” “Everyone is staying on “Mistress” but Rota book us a nice room inside.”

She raised her hand and fixed a rebellious lock of hair in front of her eyes. She sighed softly as she calmed down. She and Mirabelle really looked like two drops of water and she had the chance that nobody had: She was the look-alike of a princess and she should take advantage of it. She always knew how to differentiate her professional life from her personal life, so that's what she had to do... She was Mirabelle d'Orient, a princess and she should behave like one... Two knocks were heard at her door. She hurriedly closed the dressing room and took a good posture before allowing the one who had just knocked to enter... It was her two maids. Mila and Zora. Mirabelle had told her about them.

The cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists as the private jet’s door slammed open in the snowy Siberian night. Rough hands dragged me down the stairs and threw me onto my knees in the snow in front of a towering dacha lit by floodlights. A tall, stunning woman in a black fur coat and blood-red dress stepped forward, her icy blue eyes scanning my naked, shivering body. “Finally,” she said in a thick Russian accent. “The famous shared whore from the Asians and the cartels. I am Natalia Volkov, Blood Princess of Bratva. You now belong to the Volkov family.”

I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news now that we already just reconciled! She led me towards the sofa of her office. By the way, her office was just simple. Compared to my office in the United States of America, her office was just so simple. My expectations would be so gigantic and grand. Because she is the first Royal Princess. She was the next in line with the Royal King. Basically, she is the next queen so she deserved a huge space for her workplace. But moreover, I think I already know the reason behind this. Princess Catalina was never too grand when it came to her things. She would rather choose the plain and simple rather than the most grand thing that she could ever have. Betwe

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

She bowed her head as soon as the crown prince"s face came into view. "Crown prince!" She called out, with her heart racing fast against her chest. Crown prince Enzo watched Althea standing. She was really a willful woman who dared to do anything. Amongst all of the noble female werewolves in the kingdom, he had not seen anyone who was as brave as her! Because it requires a lot of braveness to be able to run from the Baron. "You can’t keep him here, you have to let him go” Althea insisted.