The Princess Agent Novels & Stories

Please accept her, she is the princess of Prestoria and the kingdom has just been wiped out, do not tell her this until her 15th birthday, take her as your own daughter and name her Angela, she has a greater destiny ahead of her. Angela was confused. What did it mean? She processed the information. She was Angela and she had her fifteenth birthday recently. Her parents were telling her now and that meant… Angela dropped the piece of paper quickly like it was diseased. “I…I do not understand.” “You are the princess of Prestoria.” As he said that she felt her heart trying to beat out of her chest. “The whole kingdom was wiped out. You are the lone survivor, everyone else is dead but you can sa

That way, they wouldn’t have time to waste and do something that wasn’t correct. Luckily, Elaine had already been corrected by Angela cause she would have made the a serious mistake when she listened to the butler’s advice in future. “Aunty, will we buy some clothes for my brothers? You know, I am their stylist and I should do a good work,” Princess said as they walked in her room. “Oh really, our little girl already has clients?” Angela asked as she tickled Princess who giggled. “Yeah, your little girl is so talented that she already has clients when she is already four and a half years old,” Princess said as she nodded her head in a serious manner which amused Angela.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Her hand was soft as feathers in mine, the contact sending a rush of electricity through my body. "Let's just say I'm into the princesses and damsels in distress." "You sleazeball." But she was smiling, pouty pink lips tugging up at the corners, and I was enchanted. She was, still is, the most stunning woman I've ever met. "Protecting them is part of what soldiers do." "Whoa." A manicured hand shot up to cover the 'o' of her mouth. "You've got really cool stuff going on, G I Joe. By the way thank you so much for my wallet…"

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.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

She simply shrugged and murmured: “it is what it is.” I nodded to her cold summarizing of the facts, and asked my next question: “So, how are we connected in this revolutionary thing?” She thought for a couple of seconds and then she started: “Well, I was tasked with observing you. I was responsible to check if you were reliable, although we received a good recommendation from your leader in New Cresthill. You know, in our business we can’t trust people that easily,” I nodded to her explanation but kept silent, so she continued: “I found out that you were connected to the princess, I just don’t know how, because you started as a simple wall soldier. How could you have gotten close to a membe

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

“I beg your pardon but the princess was summoned, not a witch” A gentle wind mockingly pass them as everywhere became silent safe for the animals that were all going about their nocturnal activities. The lady stared at George with wide eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter “Oh my, i guess i didn't introduce myself” she straightened herself and made an elegant pose, the moon over her igniting her grace “I am Princess Larissa of Windfall, feel free to fall on your knees in reverence, though i can see that most of you are already on your knees”