The Princess And The Pauper Novels & Stories

After today there would be peace among most of the Mafia families as these two powerful families brought them together as one forever under the rule of their Mafia Prince and Princess. She looked up at Ricci with adoring eyes because she was carrying a wonderful secret, something that would complete their happiness and secure their right to rule. She was four months pregnant and their Son would grow up to become the most powerful Don in Mafia history. That was for their future though and as she placed her hand trustingly in his her beautiful azure blue eyes looked up into his dark navy blue ones, shining brightly with her love

“I apologize. The princess has brute strength of course but her biggest strength is her flash of surprise, she will want to shock you into losing your guard and then attacking immediately. Another thing is her resilience, in battle she’s not straightforward as she tends to look and act, she will give you the lead if necessary so when attacking, make sure to go for a final blow, no matter how many times it takes, no matter how many bones you have to break. For weaknesses, it’s so stupid you could laugh, she’s an honest fool and can be deceived with the cover of honesty and kindness. Which is where I come in.” “Go on.” “You’ll have to injure me, believable enough that she thinks I need help an

He sighed, thinking about how much easier everything would have been if his Cinderella had left a shoe for him to find a little earlier than five years later “But, you’ll soon realize what makes them a little different. Especially because this story is more about the prince than it is about her. At least, that’s the side of the story I’m most familiar with.” “I’ve never seen a story about a prince before!” she said excitedly “Will he talk to his princess at the end? Will he fight a dragon?” “We’ll see…” Massimo laughed sadly, hoping she wouldn’t be too disappointed “For starters, this prince didn’t know he was born a prince until he was a little older. His mother was a kind seamstress who fe

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Why did you call me that ," I asked but she furrowed her brows ,guess she didn't understand. "What is it, my princess? "The 'my princess' phase you call me ,I am no princess,why all this respect ,my name is Naunet and I am just like you , I explained to clarify things . "Oh dear you are a princess and you deserve to be respected , aren't you aware that you will birth a king , that makes you a princess , and a princess lives inside you , isn't that enough reason to call you a princess ,she smiled with curious eyes .

"A long time ago in an age so far beyond our own, there lived a prince and a peasant. Their names were Prince Edward and princess Emma." The kids clapped their hands excitedly. Xavier chuckled at this, remembering when he had been just as eager to hear about old stories. "Once upon a time, the kingdom of Eurydice had fallen into ruin. Prince Edward was desperate to escape with his beloved wife. The people of his land cried out for help as the royal carriage passed by on its journey home." The kids frowned. "How come they can't help?" One demanded. Xavier sighed, knowing what would be coming next.

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

This afternoon just got better. Returning my gaze back to the phone, Grant texts the group again: Princess decided to have a tantrum this afternoon. She got 50 spankings with the paddle along with cuffs and gag. Alex now the first to respond back: Whoo, Damn! That bad? Grant answers back: Yep. Should have seen her after realizing her mistake. As we continue to read the texts, do Tony and I move to exchange knowing smiles.

My teeth clattered, Silver’s voice filled my head: [ “Do you want to hear a story? “There was this princess, she wasn’t born in the palace, but rumor had it that she was birthed by a peasant mother to the crown prince, and abandoned on the streets, until one day, a knight took her and sent her to the palace. The knight said she was a princess, daughter of the crown prince. But everyone said she wasn’t really his… even if they shared the same blood. And the princess… she loved him. And wanted him to love her back.