The Princess Doesn't Want To Be Spoiled Novels & Stories

Jerry laughed over what the princess said "I don't care about the baby, all I want is the girl." The zombie gasped "you hate me?" Jerry shook his head, he staggered a bit rubbing his hand on her cheek "no I don't..." The princess took a quick glance around the room sniffing around, she could sense a third presence in the room.

The Princess is still alive, and you must pay for this failure with your blood. A scary realisation hit her. Elena—the girl whose body she’s in—might have been part of a treacherous plot she had no idea about. Someone hired Elena to end the princess. But then the maid's body became Ariana's when she woke up, so the job was never finished. Which meant the girl living Ariana's life as the princess was in unforeseen danger. At first, Ariana didn’t care about the spoiled girl who had ordered her whipped. She just wanted to get her life back. But now, she must care.

If this keeps up, someone’s reputation will really hit rock bottom. KillThemAll: [Bullshit! The princess is pure and noble. She would never do something like this. Anyone who dares smear her, I'll wipe out their whole family.] TheArcticIsBeautiful: [If she's really that noble, why hasn't she come out to explain her relationship with the Prince? If they're truly in love, couldn't she stop him from saying all that on the show?]

Five years ago, on our third anniversary, I rejected Matteo's proposal in front of the entire syndicate. I pointed at my stomach. I sneered at the man who used to worship the ground I walked on: "Don't be naive, Matteo. You're just a stray dog from the gutter. I'm carrying the rival boss's heir." It poured that night. He was shattered. He walked away from everything. Five years later, he climbed over a mountain of bodies. He ruled North America as the new Don. He returned to New York and bought out every single debt my family owed. Then, he brought his pregnant fiancée along and kicked down the rusted door to my run-down apartment. He looked down at me with cold eyes. "What's wrong, Princess

I just wanted to make sure she didn't get into trouble or else I wouldn't hear the end of it from my father. "I must find my way back home," she kept murmuring, even though she looked frightened but resolved as she walked through the unfamiliar terrain. Her black tracksuit was ripped and dirty from the branches and rocks. Her blonde hair was knotted and messy. Her blue eyes were full of defiance and anger. She was gorgeous, I had to admit. But she was also foolish and impulsive to walk away from the safety of my mansion. Suddenly, I heard a snarl. A group of rogues appeared from nowhere and encircled her. They were starving and savage, looking for easy prey. They didn't care that she was a p

Liam, still with that serious look on his face, said, "With your permission, Princesses, it would be best to return to the palace now. Given the… unusual nature of the situation and Princess Isla's standing, the King should be waiting." Anne huffed. "Unusual is an understatement! My sister is being accused of stealing spoons! This is an outrage!" I just nodded, still feeling confused and a little sick to my stomach. The thought of facing Papa and Mama about this was not pleasant.

The girl – for she was little more than that, about Miriam’s age – held up her elbow for his inspection. Ketil growled, forgetting how sensitive she was. “I am not angry with you,” he hastened to assure her. “Come, sit with me. I do not bite.” She moved stiffly towards him, reaching out a tentative hand for the basket. “Leave it,” he said. Ruth let out a sobbing breath. “What is to become of us?” Another selfless female. The Princess Royal would have thought only of herself. Once she would. Now, he was not so sure. Yet didn’t her reverting to type only suggest as much?

“Because I’d miss my chance to get to talk to you alone. In front of my father, I have to talk tactic, but I know that’s not how I’m going to win you over.” “Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes. “You said it yourself. You have the right to reject, even if your father gives his blessing. That means I have to win you over, and I plan to do so.” “Why in the hell would you want to do that? I just openly rejected you in front of both our fathers.” He laughed.. “I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.”

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

the princess said to the professor, who could see a glint of anger in her eyes. Disappointment caused her heart to ache as she backed off him and made her way towards the door. Yet despite whatever emotions she felt, Kira was never the type to show them. A beautiful porcelain doll, whose character was to never waiver or show weakness but always to stand proud and regal. A rare treasure that people could only stand and admire from a distance but never had the guts to approach. Placing her hand on the doorknob, the princess shot one last look at the professor and said, "I'm the type of woman to chase after what she wants, and when I do, I always get what I want. Which in this case is you, prof