Steel Princess Novels & Stories

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

I glared at Sebastian and he looked very surprised. "Bring me my mate or someone's getting hurt," I said softly and he grabbed my phone and started dialing. I watched him closely and he looked over at me strangely. "She's exactly like me Rai and I'm certain that her mate can calm her like you do me," he mumbled quickly through the phone. I heard a muffled voice then Sebastian exhaled harshly. "No Rai, the boy is the princess's, our granddaughter will have to find another. Skye's very powerful and will make a wonderful Reaper Queen," he said sincerely and grinned at me. I was too angry to care at this point.

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea. “Well, what is she then? A witch?” Lissa cocked her head to the side. Thea’s eyes flicked to Bellamy who was staring at her intently, waiting for an answer. Pulling on her lower lip, she looked at Penny. “Uhm… not a witch no… She’s a Princess.” A frown marred Bellamy’s face. “A Princess? Why would a Princess be willing to help us?” Thea looked at Penny and widened her eyes.

“I need a bath” “at your service my princess”,the maid said and hurried to prepare her bath. Meet Dianne princess of Mesopotamia daughter to king Maximilian11 and the apple of his eyes, a girl who always has everything shoes silvers gold jewelries dresses. One thing about is that she is not the sort of prim or even proper infact she is the exact opposite. Sexy as hell with her fiery red hair her gleaming green eyes infact she’s the exact opposite of a typical princess we know I mean she’s not the type to cry over a torn dress or a swollen ankle but she definitely loses it if her dress is not embroidered with jewels I’ll say she’s the living Nefertiti an Egyptian goddess on Earth .

The first queen Clara had five children, the first, Keven, a prince who vied for the throne, the second, Orinda, a prince who had devoted his life to worship as a priest, the third, Rosaline, a princess who escaped with her powers of nature in a bid to become one with it as an agriculturist and a florist, the fourth, Zillah, a wild princess who did whatever she wanted and the last, Wayne, the baby of the house, a four-year-old prince who was adored by all. He had fluffy silver hair and a pair of beautiful ruby eyes with an aura so addicting that even a murderer could fall in love with his charms. He was the beau of the family and the favorite of EVERYONE. The second queen Sasha had two child

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.