Spoiled Princessxx Novels & Stories

He smiled. "Yes princess you are that child. You are Princess Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone. The Last Heiress Of The Underworld"

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.

a girl with sexy voice invades my ears then i chuckled. "hmmmp i was just using you my seductive voice and you was just laughing ? hmp i hate you my king handsome" princess said yes she was the princess that we meet in spain and yes, she was so close to me and i know she is pouting right now. Princess Flaire was a good friend of mine since on my downfall state she was there for me when im so depress, even though she knew that i was treating her like my little sister she was treating me like her lover in private she didnt want everyone to know our closeness but the other Kings know.

Xavier nodded in no while crying. Xavier:Mera Paisa..Mera Status..Mera Success..Kuch kaam nahi aaya Mere Princess ko bachane Keliye.. Mumma You know whenever I used to touch her tummy She used to respond to Me..My Princess trusted Me and Loved Me But I broke her trust also.. I am useless said while crying.. Nyo:Xavier Please..

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.

“ One day , when going to school ,the princess met a handsome boy . He was so gentle and caring , cool too . The princess fell head over heels for him , he did as well . “ said Antonio with a warm smile remembering the good times with Axel . “ So , the princess lived happily ever after ? “ asked Angelo with a happy expression that the story would have a good ending . “ He he he ! My dear child……..Not every story is meant to have a good ending . The second princess hated the princess . She hated her because she was prettier , smarted and more capable than her . The boy that fell in love with the princess was a powerful prince that raised the princess to the highest rank where no one could ha

she hugged me tightly I too hugged her back she said "how can she do that sobb with you how can she spoil sobb your innocence and turns you into a monster don't she have sobb a heart she needs to support sobbb you but she sobbb used you sobbb I hate her sobbb" oh no what I need to do I said "ok princess it's not your mistake it's all in the past" she said "no sobbb dont believe sobbb her she is a cunning fox whatever she said is lie everyone likes you your mom loves you the most and your dad loves you and your mom more if he wont loves you why he do everything for you if he didn't loved your mom why he didn't married again don't believe her she spoiled you she turned you to a beast sobbbb se

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

"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.

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.