Steampunk Princesses Novels & Stories

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

“If Bunny lost his eyebrows again, we are not calling that an emergency.” “Not Bunny.” Sebastian looked at the tablet in her hand. “What?” Poppy immediately turned on the screen and nearly pressed the thing into her father’s face. “This.” Sebastian pulled the tablet back a few inches to preserve his retinas. I looked at the screen from where I was standing. Princess castle. And not just any princess castle either. The thing was dusty pink, white, and gold, with four floors, tiny towers, a plastic elevator, a ballroom, a stable, lights that actually worked, and enough accessories to make one adult lose faith in capitalism.

If this princess Arika was solely famed for her stunning looks, she would be nothing in my eyes. Because I'd previously met the other princess who had single-handedly brought this empire to its pinnacle. The Bloodstained Ruler, Princess Ladia, The art of sacrificing a million lives to conduct research. The art of forfeiting a thousand more lives in order to summon the so-called heroes. Princess Laida is the only imperial about whom I am concerned. Not with this Princess, who is simply stunning. Following the acquisition of the stele, the cost of the goods grew steadily until it eventually reached several million.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

I couldn’t even interest my dick in a recep or princess. The receps were the girls without the powerful last names. They lived in our world and had a place in the families if they wanted it. Many would stay through loyalty because it’s what their families had always done. The receps, short for receptacles and I have no fucking idea who came up with that term, were also here for our dicks. Willingly, of course, and most were more than willing. The holier-than-thou princesses were another story. They were off-limits. Too bad they liked dick as much as the receps. If a princess left Rochester with her V-card intact, she most likely spent four years on her knees in the campus church. More power

I mumble to myself, "Here are three questions for you. Have you ever just taken from a female even if they don't want you to? What do you think of the princesses? And have you ever thought of taking pleasure from any of them?" "No, I haven't had that pleasure yet, but I have thought about it. The princesses? To me, they are spoilt but really good to look at. Don't tell anyone, but I have had a couple of fantasies of taking my pleasure from Scarlett, Charlotte, or Victoria, princess Josephine's daughter who has also just come of age... A virgin would be so nice to experience again! A lot of people overlook Josephine and her daughters, forgetting they are part of the Royal family as well."

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

*Elentari* Tanz came to my room to wake me up as I had forgotten to set an alarm. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, still sleepy. It amazed me how tired I had been the last few days. It felt like I could never get enough sleep. The pixie was humming a pleasant tune. It made me smile as I watched her buzz around, getting things set out for me. My mind wandered to the events in the dream state and I sighed internally. “My Princess, your outfit for dinner.” The announcement startled me out of my thoughts. My eyes landed on a deep plum almost black gothic steampunk dress with a pickup type skirt. It had a deep plunging sweetheart neckline and a matching bolero. It was my style to a “t”. On the other