Spoiled Princess Meaning Novels & Stories

"Pompous lion shifter. The only one from his lineage. He's a high-ranked popular boy. But not as popular as the four princes from the founding families." I watch as the boy enjoys the attention he's getting from the female folks. "What a drama king," Zuri scoffs, shaking her head. "He's not even that cute." "He doesn't look bad." I offer my honest review. Zuri shakes her head. "He's just there. If you see the four founding princes, you'll know the difference between cute and handsome." I throw my head back in laughter. gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time?

When I woke the next morning, luxury items were spread across every surface of my room like a treasure trove waiting for my selection. Whatever caught my interest, Butler Harrison would immediately present to me with a respectful bow. The price tags were irrelevant—such mundane concerns weren't even mentioned in my presence. After a decade of scraping by and making sacrifices alongside Damien Thorne, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be a cherished princess. Since birth, I'd been surrounded by only the finest things life could offer. As the sole daughter of the royal family, I'd grown up utterly spoiled and adored. I was so indulged that I could get away with absolutely anything. The

He nodded, and shortly after, the doors to the hall opened, and murmurs, gasps, and excited stares floated around the hall as Princess Lydia was led in. Despite being cuffed and treated like an object instead of a princess like she was used to, Princess Lydia maintained her regality. Dressed in a luxurious but revealing dress, Lydia strolled in with an air of royalty, claiming the attention of all in the hall. Her dark eyes shimmered with an unreadable expression as she was brought before me. "This," I announced, my voice cold and unwavering, "Is Princess Lydia. She is no fiancée… she is my spoil of war. A symbol of everything that was taken from us, and everything we gained back.”

"Are you talking to me?" "What?" Princess chuckled, folding her arms. "I knew you were poor, but I didn't realize you were also daft." She looked Isabella up and down with a look of pure disgust. "They say you can clean up a pig, but you can’t keep it out of the mud. That is you, Isabella. You’re 'married' into this family, you’re driven in an expensive car by a professional guard, and yet you still dress like a beggar."

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.

“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.

He began to speak after a few moments. “You’re not a princess here. No one’s gonna treat you like one. I should call you my slave but sadly, you’re not worth that title, do you know that?” He continued and I bit on my bottom lip, not knowing what to say to that. “You belong to me and you’d do whatever I want you to, i don’t care if you were once treated like a fucking Queen, that’s the reason why you’re a spoilt little thing.” Without thinking, I voiced out. “I’m not spoilt.”

My parents had always made it clear howich of a disappointment and a disgrace they thought I was. What hurt me the most was that Hazel, who I had thought would be there for me as my twin sister, was the worst of them all. She made sure to make my life a living hell. She had been and was still being spoiled rotten by my parents, so the princess attitude was going no where. "You know you're special, Princess. You're destined to do great things, and I don't think those great things are here. They're out there, where you can explore and meet new people." My mom moved to sit close to her and my heart pounded in my chest, painfully.

She flinched and so did her wolf but she neither wavered nor lowered her head. And why the hell would she? Katriona Aldana was considered the princess of the city and she made it very obvious that in her eyes, I was nothing but a bastard, a big bad wolf who got entangled with her and ruined her beautiful love story with her knight in shining armor. Fuck. I almost puked at the thought of that. This princess was too innocent for her own good. Bradley and every damn soul in the city had fed her with too much lies and pretense. And now this was what she had become.

Anytime she was called home, Mariah would be forced to remember all she had gone through as the useless illegitimate daughter of the hall family. Even her own mother abandoned Mariah, acting like they never existed, instead she took a liking to Emilia, Mariah's step sister and the legitimate daughter of the hall family. Her mother never cared about her dying son who was still left carelessly under the brutal hands of amateur doctors. The last couple of times Mariah had been home, Emilia had gotten into a PhD program, she’d adopted a stray dog, and she’d won a local volunteering award. It was just too much to compete with. While Mariah had no such accolades to share.