The Princess Agent Novels & Stories

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

You know that uneasy feeling you get when something big is about to happen? I was getting that feeling now. Alyana and I looked at each other when we were interrupted by another female voice that we weren’t familiar with. “Princess,” she called out, “Everything has been updated, and the principal is waiting for you.” “Princess?” Alyana asked. “Yes, Princess, Brianna Althea Davenport, Princess of Norrustra.” Alyana and I turned our heads so fast we thought our necks would break as we looked at Brie.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

They walked across the room that surprisingly didn't echo. " Good evening Princess. May I ask who is with you please?" A voice said and they both turned to see where it had come from. A man almost as wide as he was tall stood nearby. How did that house of a man go unnoticed? " And what is your position and badge number, may I ask?" Sam replied. " Vice Head of Security Princess. Badge number 3110200242." The officer stood at attention and stated.

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."

the woman replied in annoyance. "She didn't say and just left when I said you're taking a bath." So there are three princesses. I remember the woman in the garden is named Hazel, and the servant called her First Princess Hazel just now. Since Dianne is the Third Princess, then this woman might be the Second Princess. This is interesting. Since this princess sneaks in just now and knows her way around, she might be hiding a secret. Hm? More importantly, she's no weakling. Her movements are agile and I can tell she's very fit.

“I see you're not running from the truth, Karila Aistarabaw is a pleasure. - The blonde said letting a jocular smile hover in the corner of her mouth. The princess looked at her hand and turned her eyes to her body as a whole, from the Scarpin's shiny tip, to her hand outstretched in the air with perfectly manicured nails and her eyes. She refused to shake the other woman's hand. Observing the attitude, the agent lowered her hand, looking beyond her, at the security guards about to explode with tension and anxiety in the corridors. — Late to talk at other people's houses about matters that can be postponed. - The princess pointed out, looking at her carefully, trying to memorize her mocking

His eyes flickered to the market guard, then back to me, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. His presence felt less like a rescue and more like an official investigation. "Princess Anne," He acknowledged with a curt nod. "Princess Isla was seen taking goods from the market without paying. The market vendor activated a silent alarm connected directly to the Liam outpost stationed near the market. Given the princess's involvement, the outpost immediately relayed it to the Captain of Guard who in turn informed His Majesty at once” His tone was respectful but firm, treating me with the same detached professionalism I would any other citizen.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.