Novel & Cerita The Closet Fan Princess Novel

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.

He whispered, sending chills down my body. “Eat baby,” he said, eating his dinner with an evil grin on his face. “I know what you are doing when no one’s home.” “What..” I asked innocently. “Moaning my name, playing with your little fingers inside your silk-tight hole.” He replied and I blushed. “ I guess you seem to know everything,” I said to him. “Princess, your room is just beside mine,” he said opening his room door for me to enter “Every night I hear your moaning,” he replied, licking his lips.

Religions weren't really popular in this world but churches have an immense power because a lot of nobles are healing priestess and knight priests. These Gods and Godesses are real because I know how they interfered with the heroine's Struggles. It's not really surprising because she is the favourite child and the main character of the novel. But since I am inside an unfortunate princess, no one will alter my life except myself so I have to work hard. Ahh My mood is slowly dropping But I made a lot of progress. Yeah I did! Anyway, looking at the fountains again, I feel satisfied Good thing I requested to daddy for these fountains to be put at the entrance rather than the center which was com

The princess discreetly hid the vial in her own clothes, watching the historian sit in the armchair beside her with an expression full of tranquility that made her frown trying to understand what was happening. ♠ Lauren's POV I walked slowly across the courtyard, my hands shoved in the front pockets of my sweatpants, I intended to grab some tea from the kitchen to take back to my room and start reading the Princess's biography, I wasn't going to be able to sleep early that day, too much had happened and I intended to start unraveling right away what I couldn't guess.

"Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus." Aurora gave him a furious look and turned to of the lockers and grabbed a duffel bag out of it. She put the money inside of it before closing it. "So since the Princess is much more interesting than I thought. Why don't you tell me why you're doing this?"

she said and watch him smirks as he goes out She lie down and close her eyes and wait for him to come back, but few minutes after she closed her eyes, she fall asleep. ~ Trunks of dresses are brought into Princess Claire’s room and Jain’s eyes light up at the sight of the beautiful clothes, Fallon guide the maids how where to put the trunks and soon after different shoes follow with jewelries and hair accessories “What is this about?” Claire asked not taking her eyes off the mirror as she combs her hair slowly and gently “What do you mean? You don’t know what today is?” Jain asked taken aback Claire stop brushing her hair and look at Jain and Fallon who were also staring back at her for answ

“But grams, we aren't done with your story yet.” “No we're not done, my precious Princess. Let's do this. How about we pick out dresses for us to wear tonight, whilst I continue the story?” “Definitely yes! I don't know how it's possible, but I walked into this room to find a closet filled with clothes perfectly my size. Almost as if my entire life here was planned even before I stepped into it.” She shuddered at the mere thought of it. Sheila didn't respond to that directly. However, she held her by the shoulder, and pulled her towards the closet.

Rita asked. "It's a nice book and yes I don't have my phone with me. Let's go..." Rose said as she stood up. "You didn't answer my question.!" Princess said as she tried to look at the title of the book. "I inquired of what you are reading and you didn't answer me." She said frowning. "I am so sorry baby, I am reading a book by V.C. Andrews. It's called Dawn." Rose answered. "Okay, can I read it?" Princess asked.

Creed's POV Fabulous. That was the best my brain could do then. She appeared… amazing. Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress. My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom. A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk. "You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.

She slowly closed her eyes and, in the blink of an eye, fell fast asleep. In the same Crowne Mansion, a wheelchair glided into a bedroom drenched in every imaginable shade of pink. From the wallpaper to the decor, the room was a shrine to the color—clearly the domain of a child. Even the silk bedsheets lay in a careless, rosy tangle on the mattress. The maid wheeled Princess to the center of the room, bowed slightly, and moved toward the bed to tidy the mess. Princess watched her in silence for a moment before maneuvering herself toward a floor-length mirror. She stared at her reflection, her expression a mask of cold indifference.