The Beloved Little Princess Novels & Stories

She yawns again. He smiles at the adorable face, which is Peter’s carbon copy. He begins his story by saying, “Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess, who lived with her mother, the queen…” I sit at the foot of the bed, watching them in silence, while Peter raises an eyebrow at me, still talking.

Leila asked with a teasy smile. "Of course not, what would you make think like that?" "I think I heard him calling you a princess" Leila replied and stared up at the ceiling. "I will do anything to be treated like a princess" "Trust me it is the worst thing ever to be treated like a princess when you are not one" "It can't be bad" Leila argued. "It's worse than whatever you are imagining right now" Hours later "Goodbye." Leila waved at Mireille who waved back at her.

The little girl has tears streaming down her face as she looks at me. “They said that I was too different to stay,” she says as she hiccups between her sobs. “They said that the Princess would take care of me. Are you the Princess?” Ward comes up from behind me and looks from me to the little girl in confusion. “I am the Princess. But where is your mommy?” I ask her calmly. “I don’t have a mommy anymore,” the little girl cries. “They said you would take care of me.”

"Do you like him?" The little girl looked at him and tilted her head. "No, daddy. Why?" "You called him cute," he uttered. "He's cute," she said with a smile. "He's also nice. He told me I am pretty, he's so honest." She giggled. It was now his turn to blink his eyes. "And it's true I am a princess. Right, daddy?" He blinked again. "Y-Yes, yes, you're a princess." He finally smiled. "My one and only princess."

I’m happy now—with them, with Lory, and with the people in our town. “Nanay! I want milk po. Do we still have milk?” asked my one and only princess, Zebediah Ursula. I laughed before turning to her. She stood by the door, pouting, holding a glass. I glanced at my three little princes—busy with their own tasks: watering, digging, and cutting flowers with small scissors. I stood up, brushed off the dirt from my skirt, and walked toward her. I bent slightly and combed through her long, curly hair, which she got from me. Her innocent blue eyes looked up at mine. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

Ruby just hummed in a distracted fashion. Right then, Mandy ran over with a children’s book and asked Ruby to read her a bedtime story. However, Ruby pulled a long face. When she read the story of the Little Mermaid, she snapped. “Ariel should have killed the princess. The prince doesn’t love her at all! “Only those who love each other should be together. The princess only got together with the prince in the end because of her family background.” Her ruthless expression terrified Mandy so much that she shrank into her covers.

Sophia is the only treasure she has now, she will do anything for her daughter's happiness. "Now go to sleep, tomorrow morning we set off."

I wanted more of it. "Strip." My hands shook as I pushed the robe off my shoulders. It pooled around my knees. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the briefs and slid them down, kicking them away. I was completely naked now. The cool air kissed my skin and made my nipples tighten. "Good," the voice murmured. It sounded closer this time. He had moved. "You still know how to follow orders, little prince." My breath caught. That nickname. No one here was supposed to know it, and to think, it sounded familiar. And fuck, it turned me on even more. My cock filled completely. My cock was heavy and aching between my thighs.

He thought he had better get back to Benny and Tilly to see what they had made out of the information. Upon entering the room Benny look up and started filling Jay in “Well we don’t know the name of the princess, but we are sure she was transported to a different planet where she would be safe. We think that planet is S610 just by the references to it being remote and kept in balance. We know the princess is incredibly smart and capable, she also has a birth mark on her left forearm. Is there anything we missed?” “No, that’s what I thought too. Do we have any access to any files of personnel on Planet S610? We need to know who this person SM Dora is.”

The weather has cooled their minds, and the craze and hunger have subsidized. Princess Valentina laughs carefree in the mirror as she watches Phoebe, daughter of her personal maid Katrina, playing with the dolls. The five summers old looked desperate to make her two stuffed dolls talk back. Katrina, who was standing behind the Princess, combing long cherry blonde hairs with a silver comb, smiled. Her thin fingers gently brushed the tangled hair of the Princess before she goes to bed. “Mamma, Eila is being mean to Nili,” Phoebe complained raising the doll dressed in a blue skirt. The princess finally turned to look at the little one along with her maid, and the two females giggled.