Spoiled Princess Instagram Novels & Stories

She looked pretty good. Then, she clicked the third hashtag: #CinderellaExposed. The mood shifted instantly. Someone—an anonymous account—had posted a photo of her ID badge. Name: Harper Evans. Position: Domestic Caretaker / Maid. Education: Undergraduate (Rejected from Corporate). The caption read: "Stop worshipping her. She's not a princess. She's just a maid who wipes his floors. Guess she found a faster way to climb the corporate ladder: by climbing into her disabled boss's bed. #GoldDigger"

I checked it and saw that people were mentioning me on a post. Princess lipgloss: My goodness! Do you know that she was flirting with Ashton the other day? What a pathetic sl*t! xoxosomi: Really? Oh my gosh, she's even the top student! That's embarrassing! sasagorl: Maybe she didn't know that Ashton has a girlfriend. Ashton is a known playboy on the campus anyway. Princess lipgloss: Hey @BellaSalv. What do you wanna say? I scrolled until the end, and everyone was talking about me because of that 100-layered-lipgloss blabbermouth.

It’s free entertainment. As for my little girl, our little girl, Sophia is now two, and the most spoiled toddler you’ll ever meet. Not just by us, but by every single person who loves her. Her first birthday was pure extra, thanks to her aunt Sophia’s over-the-top planning. The second birthday outdid even that, Liam bought her an actual luxury car, custom-built to size, because according to him, “every princess needs her ride.” She hasn’t stopped showing it off since, and neither has he.

Princess Allison screeched in my face. But Princess Sophia countered, raising her voice as high as her lungs allowed, “We are not spoiled brats! You are the spoiled brat, and looking in the mirror would tell you just that. You are a terrible witch, and I hate you!” A bit disrespectful, but Princess Sophia stated nothing but facts as she stepped forward, even though she knew Princess Allison could try to hit her at any moment. Princess Allison’s face turned white out of shock but soon turned red as a result of anger. At that moment, Liya chimed into my mind, “Such a Royal Chameleon.”

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

"Hey yow Your Highness! My name is Adharia Navier V. Valler, 17 years old and a proud bookworm. I love reading fantasy-romance novels, but I also read mystery or thriller books. I'm pretty sure I'm not a spoiled rich brat too since I hate make-up, 'cause, yuck! Make-up is so disgusting and uncomfortable, eew! I also have a dog named Achilles, my Brother gave it to me on my 14th birthday. He's a really nice person. Oh! And most of all, I'm a huge fan of yours, Your Highness! You're so talented and amazing, and hey, I personally think that you're much more decent than that Crown Prince, he looks like a plastic barbie doll, ya' know." She introduced herself like that. She had a sense of humor,

She denied that she didn't create the pictures but she knew it was fake and someone sent it to her anonymously. She admitted that she thought I had something to do with the fake Lucia for scamming her. I checked my social media platform for comments. People who were criticizing and insulting me yesterday, are now insulting Prissy. Calling her names. I mean, why would I help scam her, I am a multibillionaire heiress with a generational wealth. Prissy deserves whatever comes her way. “Turn off the TV,” I ordered the maid. I walked to my bathroom to clean up.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

Laverne will have me. I quickly looked around her room. Last time I was here I was too busy manhandling the princess of this castle so I didn't get to take a good look. Her room was just as big as mine but not anything special. To my surprise, it was very bare with minimal things. There were only two pieces of furniture. Her bed and a dresser. Not even nightstands. Shouldn't a girl with her age and her status have more things? Maybe she is not that materialistic, I thought.

The usual posts flooded my timeline: fashion influencers flaunting their outfits, food bloggers making me regret skipping lunch, and then there it was. Amelia. Of course, it had to be Amelia. My finger froze mid-scroll as I stared at the series of pictures and videos she’d been in. There she was, laughing, smiling, glowing. And not just with anyone. She was with Liam and another VIP Prince Tristan. The prince that everyone has been raving about on my timeline.