Spoiled Princess Meaning Novels & Stories

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face. "Bianca, where's the music?" I backed away, but one of the men grabbed my hair from behind and threw me onto the sofa. "The music? It's already ashes!" Bianca looked down at me, her eyes full of jealousy and malice. "You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!"

the girl yells, like she wants to grab a stick and hit Jace over and over, "Change it so no one has to die, just win. It's not that hard." "What would you even know about what’s hard, princess? Tell me one time you've done something hard," he says, very condescendingly, "You don't get it, you're spoiled rotten, just like Birdie.” Fucking idiot, Birdie is not spoiled. He’s the opposite. He’s been poor by choice for a while, just because he is THAT lazy.

Caliban's earlier jest at my father having a brood weren't entirely wrong. "Ah, that explains it. So, you were the little spoiled one." "The ignored one, if you really need to know." My face was going to permanently set into a scowl with all the daggers I was sending through my eyes at Caliban. "Five princesses are merely five broodmares for the royal line. Pawns, yes, but for political marriages our father can take advantage of. Not taught the ways of war, or what to do with an enemy captive."

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

Joseph's voice turned cold as he said, "Who raised you to be such a delicate princess?" Elianna kindly explained, "Mr. Kensington, you must understand that only those who are not princesses but fantasize about being treated like one are said to have princess syndrome. I was born a princess, so how can there be such a thing as princess syndrome for me? If you want to blame someone, blame my grandfather, blame my father, blame my brothers who spoiled me like this." Joseph reluctantly used scissors to cut open the packaging, but his hand trembled and accidentally spilled half of it.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

She was trending on the site’s front page. Another text. D:* The Spoiled Princess is a smash hit. You performed perfectly. Clean yourself up. I’m sending a car at midnight. I wish to taste my success. Sloane stared at the numbers, then at the message. The taste in her mouth was a mix of champagne, salt from her tears, and something else, something dark and addictive. She had sold a piece of her soul tonight, and the market had paid a fortune for it. As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act.

She felt amused but held back from laughing for fear of embarrassing the young woman. - It was two years ago... We met a few months ago for a second time... We had planned to have dinner at a fancy restaurant. We didn't even have a real conversation... It was horrible and embarrassing and I ended up spilling my soup... And I decided to leave without even saying goodbye. I pretended to go to the bathroom to clean myself up and never came back. - Wow... You've got guts! - It was annoying. And I was ashamed. A princess should be perfect. Especially in front of her future husband.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. “Oh, baby, come lick my cunt.” One of them yelled from a dark corner. I kept asking myself while I came out of the night and I’m glad I disguised myself. I don’t want the people saying Alpha Oceana, the princess of realms, is a whore. For it was quite a taboo for a princess to be on the outskirts of her town, her palace and walking around the whores of houses.