The Beloved Little Princess Novels & Stories

Just like before, she threw herself into Ambrose's arms like a tired bird returning to its nest, without any guard against him. In Larissa's hands was a prize. It was a beautiful crystal ball. Inside the crystal ball was a small house, where a girl sat on a swing outside and a boy pushed the swing behind her. "Mister, do you think the figures inside look like us?" Larissa excitedly asked Ambrose. "I won first place, and I'm giving you the prize. You're not allowed to be mad at me anymore!"

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

SERA The ride home from Mary's was quiet except for Luna's sleepy chatter from her car seat. She was telling us about the story Vivienne had read to her while we were all talking downstairs, her little voice getting softer as exhaustion took over. "And then the princess found her prince and they lived happily ever after," Luna mumbled, her head dropping against the side of her seat. I turned to look at her, my heart squeezing at how innocent she looked. How simple her world still was, where princesses always got their happy endings and love conquered everything.

Then he pushed one thick finger inside me, fingering me slowly before adding two more, stretching me open as he increased the pace. “Ah… umm…” I groaned passionately, my hips moving on their own. “Ahhh…. fuck…” I moaned louder as his fingers curled inside me. “You love it, princess?” “Yeah…” I moaned, breathless and desperate. He stopped sucking my breasts and rubbed the thick head of his cock along my wet, dripping pussy, teasing me. “Fuck me pleaseeee…” I begged. “You have to say the magic word, princess,” he demanded, still sliding his cock up and down my slick folds.

He threw me on the bed, making me hiss low again from the pain that shoots through me "So, who do we have here?" "Andy! She smells like a vampire and a little werewolf. Is it possible that this is the little princess everyone is looking for? Or she is a little vampire that has just had some fun with a werewolf." "Why does everyone keep calling me little? I do have younger sisters, so why am I little?" "Ah! So we do have the princess. I wonder what the Alpha will say and reward us with when we bring her back?" "I'm not sure. Maybe you should ask him before we do anything and if he doesn't want her, we could always stay here and have some fun with her..."

He then said in a soft voice wearing a gentle expression, "Of course. Of course. Anything for my little Princess." "Thank you, Grandpa! You're the best." The little girl exclaimed in joy. She was full of happiness. Hearing the little girl complimenting him, the old man's heart melted. He said, "Alright. Your Grandpa will tell you the story now. In the prosperous country in the east lived a beautiful Princess. One day, while the beautiful Princess was reading a book she suddenly felt lonely. And so, she decided to secretly escape and went into the woods. The beautiful Princess was extremely happy and in awe while venturing the woods. But what she didn't know is that a pair of red eyes was wat

The Princess was fifteen years old now and currently knee-deep in the snow-covered grounds somewhere within her garden, steadfastly burying the mangled remains of a would-be assassin that her dearest stepmother had sent to poison her dinner just a few minutes ago (the old cow thinks that she had lowered her guard in her Father’s presence: she never did, not anymore) with unusual ease and smoothness that indicated just how normal and relatively frequent such a task is for a strange princess such as her. And it does, it has come to… Over the years, that is. Her soft voice floated all around her in a way that is both soothing and haunting as she continued to sing quietly to herself: “The stars,

Alisa knew who the princess was, and the story was getting a bit uncomfortable. “But the princess did not love the little boy back. She found the little boy’s cousin and fell in love with him, and even the heart the little boy was holding on to was lost. He had nothing anymore, and he thought he had nothing to lose, so he left home and went away to a far land. He would have died, but the little boy was saved by the people of that land.”

“Don't go, Sum… Let me hold you for a little longer, just a little longer.” There was not much time left anymore, and he wanted to hold her a little longer. “Do you remember the story of the Little Mermaid?” Jasper smiled. He was tearing up. “Yes.” Summer nodded. “In the end, the little mermaid did not become bubbles. The prince fell in love with her, and they lived happily ever after.” “That’s great! They must be very happy together.” Summer smiled and hugged Jasper. “Jaz, we must be very happy too.” “So, it's the princess's fault. In the beginning, she shouldn't have picked up the little prince. She shouldn't have cheated him. She should’ve told him the truth, right?” Jasper spoke with a q