The Closet Fan Princess Novel Novels & Stories

There is one thing that the princess wanted to change too—the law as part of Royals : marry someone with a royal blood as well. She approached her drawer beside the mirror and tried to look for the book she have when she’s five. The maid get outside of her room after she’s now all set for the great event of her life. It was her eighteenth birthday now. She still wanted to find her mother. The reason of her being gone wasn’t announced. It was all sudden and yet undetermined. There’s a letter that was inserted to the first page of her novel book. It was in a gray envelope with a written name outside its phase. To Princess Argen Clus From Queen Leandra Clus.

After breakfast he kissed my forehead making me feel even more pathetic, whispering,"Go take a shower, baby, everything that you might need is in the right aisle. Closet is half filled with brand new dresses for you. Don't hesitate princess” ************************************************************************

Then we crossed into another wing—one far grander than any place I’d seen so far. Marble floors. Gold carved pillars. Rich velvet drapes. The air even smelled different—cleaner, perfumed. We entered a vast parlor, and a voice snapped through the air. “Finally. Start counting your death days.” I froze. Sitting lazily on a plush sofa was Princess Anna. This time she wasn’t in her royal attire but in silk shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Despite her casual appearance, her voice oozed venom. Her fingers tapped quickly across a laptop resting on her legs. She didn’t even look up.

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I reluctantly tossed the novel—Rina Kent's Throne of Power—in my hands into my locker, letting out a frustrated sigh as I retrieved my uniform and apron. I slipped out of my mufti, and threw on the black dress, knotting my white apron over it. My touch lingered on the book for a few more seconds, and I wished I could read one more chapter before I went about my chores for the day.

Kelly heaved a sigh of relief as she stepped out to the backyard. Just like his brother, Luke, she didn't like being in crowded places. “Goddamn it!” She muttered under her breath. Her heels were hurting her foot and the dress she had on was too tight and uncomfortable that she couldn't even breath properly. She hated wearing this kind of dress. They weren't her thing, sneakers, jeans and crop tops were. Not this uncomfortable pair of clothing. Her mind unconsciously drifted off to Adrian and Betty. She bet they would probably be in Betty's room, making out.

But it won’t be anything like Belinda’s elegant sweet sixteen birthday ball. Once I’m done setting up the tables, I sneak upstairs and hide behind Belinda’s large closet to watch her and her friends get ready. Belinda’s room is what I imagine a princess’ room looks like. It has a large white wooden four-poster bed with a royal blue Fleur de Lis pattern on the headrest. Her bedspread is royal blue and purple, with a lot of pillows laying snuggly over it. The walls are painted a light butter yellow. There are several white wardrobes and dressers, along with a royal purple fainting couch near the window. She has a large balcony that opens up to the backyard patio. And a large closet bigger than

" Me and he who shall not be named are not made for each other. He just wants dad's business. Enrique is an angel compared to him." Then she sighs" Just get dressed and you'll see." She walks over to my closet and she took out my black velvet dress with a sweetheart neckline and flounce sleeves. "Wear this." She says throwing it on the bed along with some gold chunky heels " Wear a gold necklace."

"You really don’t remember anything of your life as a servant?” “Yes, sire." Ariana gazed at him, almost pleadingly, as if hoping he’d sense the truth. "I woke up in a body that feels wrong in every way. I—I—do not know... I cannot explain it." The Princess gave Kaleb a pointed look. “So what do you think? Is she crazy, or is she just playing a game?” "I can’t say, Your Highness," Kaleb answered, bowing slightly. "I think the cloaked shadow that just attacked her might be tied to the missing seal. It can go through walls, and—”

She slipped them on and then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth to get ready for bed. Afterward, she lay in her bed and opened her book, a novel about living in the 1500s. A palace made of stone, a prince, and a banned relationship was involved. She licked her lips as she read the part about the prince; he was tall, dark, handsome, and of course, charming.

It’s so spacious and lovely. The walls are white. The bed is big enough for four people to sleep in and even has a canopy. The blankets and pillows are white and pink. There is a dressing mirror right beside the bed, which is also white. It’s a room designed for a princess, and the closet, oh the closet: My shoes look at home in there. I was very embarrassed when Mr. Hot Stuff came and saw me dancing. I must have looked like a fat dolphin having a hard time swimming. But the closet was big enough that all my shoes fit in there. Surprise, surprise.