Russian Princess Novels & Stories

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

He explained in detail and saw the girl who was sitting right next to him looking at him with interest. "Oh my name…." The girl stood up quickly at his sight, her delicate figure in a white silk dress showing off. "My name is Ivan. These people know me as Princess Eva.” She straightened the skirt of the frock with one hand, placed the other hand on her stomach and bent one leg slightly while bowing. The style was like pure princesses. "Yes, this is Princess Eva. Because when she was born, more flowers and greenery were spread in this kingdom than before. We can all talk because of Princess Eva. This is her power, she give life to withered plants and flowers. She can heal the wounded.”

The Countess was perplexed as to why, but her gaze was drawn to a child with blonde, honey-like hair, and light blue ocean eyes. It dawned on her. "Her Royal Highness, Princess of the Vlatka Empire, Alesteria Elsi Alaric, has arrived."

Her eyes were so wide that I thought her sockets would pop off. “Okay, your friends are slow.” Sofia said replying before I could.” I’m here because this is my father’s estate.” “What?” “What?” Raina and Maggie asked once. “Wait.. Maggie said, this is the Russo estate…She’s Sofia Russo the Russo heir… And you’re…… Ah.” She gasped with her hands over her mouth.” “The hidden mafia princess.” Raina finished for her. “I think it’s time you girls…” I was still talking when the door was yanked open.

“Still alive. But when the prince found her, she looked completely different. Her hair was no longer deep black—now it was auburn. Like October leaves. Wavy. And her eyes were no longer the warm brown he’d known.” Feliks’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “But the way she stood. The way she looked at people—as though she were dissecting the contents of their skulls. That was a sign that couldn’t be hidden.” Vasiliya furrowed her brow, deploying the full force of her four-year-old analytical faculties. Then her face lit up. “Auntie Elena is pretty. She’s kind. And her hair is also reddish-brown!” A decisive nod. “So the Princess looks like Auntie Elena, right, Uncle?”

Rather, HIS orders as she looked more than ready to strip if the hot French requested it! Natalia slowly looked her over. Early twenties, fake blonde with hazel eyes, pushed up boobs under a white shirt missing three buttons, a red miniskirt which would make her bums visible if she bent even an inch lower, slutty poise, seductive eye battling, flirty smile and lips smacking?? The teary princess suddenly frowned with a dirty look on her face. What induced her temper wasn't the desperate sugarmom, but the French who allowed her to run her bitchy little fingers on the cute bracelet she'd bought him like thirty minutes ago!

Vladimir took the phone from her hands and lifted it to his ear “Thank you Sir Jonathan for helping save my Princess” Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows together “Princess?” Vladimir nodded “Yes,…when she was here last time…I made her an honorary princess of vampires…she is like a sister to me…this little wolf…with guts of steel..and a fire in her heart…if anything ever happens to me…I know she can rule my people…they loved her from the first time they met her…and I am honored to be able to know her. A true Princess through and through with the strength of a queen…”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"You'd just die if you didn't see the looks of envy on everyone's face when they see me with you. You may have money, but it's me that makes you credible as a man." "Tolstoy wrote about you in War and Peace," Yuri said, his face reddening as he watched Zach's cock plunge in and out of Olga's pussy. "Her name was Princess Yelena Vasilyevna Kuragina. She, too, would fuck anyone with enough money."

We entered the hall of the king’s castle, crowds of people closing in on us. The room was filled with luxurious vampire nobles, along with some blood slaves. A girl appeared at Sebastian's side. She was thin, with blond hair and green eyes. She was about my height. “Who is this?” crooned the girl, pushing out her bottom lip into a pout. “Laura, this is my dance partner, Sarah. Sarah, this is Laura, the king’s youngest daughter.” “The king’s only daughter.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. “Nice to meet you,” I said, meeting Sebastian’s expressionless face.