The Pop Star And The Princess Novels & Stories

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

Once he was gone she looked back and went up to Caden. "You can't be here you need to leave," she demanded. "Then you're coming with me." he fired back. "I have things to do and you are getting in my way. The people here are dangerous and I don't want to deal with anything having to do with you." Caden took the wad of cash from her hands and flipped through it before handing it back to her. "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."

His princess. Noah snapped his fingers in front of my eyes asking “Went to another world?” “Huh? No. It just reminded me of something.” I gave a small smile. He narrowed his eyebrows asking “Something or someone?” I put my fingers on my temple rubbing it. I nodded my head saying “Harry used to call me princess.” Noah's smiling face went neutral with no emotions. He asked “What happened between you both? I just knew you both liked eachother then broke up. I thought to ask you many times but I ignored that, now tell me what’s the reason for your breakup?”

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤

“Then he said, ‘I save you, princess.’” I tilted my head. “And?” Poppy gave a little scoff. “But nothing was happening. There was no fire. No shark. No witch. The princess was working.” My lips twitched before I could stop them. “Tragic for the prince.” “Yes.” She nodded firmly. “And then he thought the princess had to sit in the tower.” “Was it a nice tower?” “Boring.” Poppy jutted out her lower lip. “No TV. No snacks. No sparkles. Just tower. Ugly.”

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

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,

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

The princess, though sheltered by the walls of the palace, ventured into the forbidden territory of the gladiator's heart. As their encounters continued, Maximus and Callista discovered a harmonious rhythm—a delicate balance of vulnerability and strength. Each touch, each caress, spoke volumes of the unspoken language that bound them. In those stolen moments, they were not defined by their respective roles—a gladiator and a princess—but by the authenticity of their connection.

Soon they were announcing her and Xander. "The High Prince Alexzander Campbell and Princess Alyssa Coraline Stuart. Our princess has returned to us." As they stepped out every eye seemed to be on them and she slowly descended the stairs gracefully, something that she didn't know she had in her. That she could be graceful. A few gasps and whispers of "beautiful" and "handsome" erupted from the crowd. She was more than grateful that she could hear those words and not ones that showed disapproval.