The Grand Princess Novel Novels & Stories

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

“I’ll raise it on my own.” “How?” Paul snapped. “Raising a kid all alone isn’t as easy as you’re picturing it in your head. No offence, but you were raised as a princess behind Cosa Nostra’s protective barriers, behind your brother’s protection. The world without it would not suit you, Ros. It’s cruel and devastating out there.”

"Solis-killing ash..." I whispered, my voice barely a thread above the deafening roar of the five hundred wolves shouting in the gallery above. Grand Prince Nikolai’s smile was slick, toxic, and dripping with royal privilege. He reached out, his long, leather-gloved fingers catching a dark strand of my hair, running it between his thumb and forefinger before I jerked my head back.

Both the siblings ran after each other, while the maids kept watching everything happily. •••••••••••••••• Grand Empress was reading the story oozing out from blood-stained letters. Although she wasn’t able to see how princess Calista looked like, but she had a vague memory of how she looked back when she met her in one of the gatherings of wolves and vampires. But reading it out just today, she wasn’t able to decipher who was who! Who was the protagonist of this story! Herbew, or Calista! Or someone else was going to step in too! With all of these thoughts, she focused once again to continue the story.

What more could a man ask for. The End Thank you so much for reading the princess of Altundral. I have a new story out now, A military romance with two strong leads. Stowaway. I hope you can find the time to check it out Love always Helen Stephens XXXX

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

The princess threw the keys to her room at Kathy and said, "I want my room thoroughly cleaned before my engagement party begins so, get to it right away." Kathy nodded and headed towards the room with the keys in her hands. When she entered the room, she saw the royal jewelry belonging to the princess on the bed and realized that she would be wearing it during her engagement ceremony. The princess's room was not dirty as it had already been cleaned earlier but since Athena asked her to clean, Kathy cleaned the room before locking the door and giving the keys back to the princess.

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse