The Princess Guide To A Perfect Life Novels & Stories

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“She’s staying in the penthouse? Julian, who is this girl? She’s loaded!” I leaned against the elevator wall, grinning. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Kai… she’s the princess of Britain.” Kai blinked once. Twice. Then his jaw dropped so hard I thought it might hit the floor. “Shut up,” he whispered. “You’re lying. You’re actually lying right now.” “I’m not,” I said, laughing. “Her dad is the King. She uses her uncle’s surname so people don’t treat her differently. She threatened to drop out and become a hermit in Scotland if her father sent guards to follow her around campus.”

Staring at the building in front of him,Wan ke gazes it up to down observing how precious this place is for every prince of all states kingdom. Taking a deep breath in he lets it out with a loud sigh thinking about his days ahead,his life has always been different from others. He walks in through the arch in the entrance preparing his mind and heart for the new level of his life. Wale follows him in carrying his luggages. "Drop them here," Wan Ke orders stopping in his tracks in the path where everyone are gathered. The path is crowded with students who are the Prince of other states kingdom.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

I strolled past her. She agreed and we went down to the princess awaiting her drive. "How long does your driver take to reach here?" Soph asked the mermaid. The Princess tapped on her phone screen. "It won't be long. He'll get here before you guys leave." "Okay," Soph resigned. The Princess played with her cell phone. By the keyboard at the bottom of the screen, it was safe to say she was texting. Sophie escaped to the library. I didn't expect any better. One last check on her database and messages from the shelter. Sophie worked for perfection, nothing below that standard.

"Whatever the lady... sorry... whatever the Princess wants." THE END

Perfect. If you ask me to describe my life in one word , I will say it is nothing but perfect and that’s my biggest flex in this lifetime. “Why is Zara’s life perfect ?” You may ask but before I begin to tell you my story , you should add an honorable title before calling , saying or thinking of my name in your head because I am a damn princess,the only daughter and child of my parents which makes me the sole heir and future Alpha Queen of my Werewolf Pack.

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

) … now that had been fun, in the end, they somehow wandered around from place to place, alternating from tag to a race–the Princess, despite confessing much later on that she barely left the castle’s grounds, proved herself to be a reliable guide, nonetheless. Knowing the lay-out of the village like the back of her hand through poring over maps and good places to eat (though one of the restaurant owners tried to tell her that she doesn’t have to pay because “you’re the princess,” the old man had stammered, face flushed red, “everything in this land is yours, milady….” – one good glare from her shut the old man up, but that’s beside the point) and cool places to hang out, away from the curio

Chloe waved cheerfully. I watched them walk away until they disappeared. “The Masochistic Girlfriend and Mr. Perfect,” Colleen said moments later. “Sounds like the title of a tragic romance novel.” “Stop it,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around her waist and dragging both of them down the hallway. “So… are you seriously planning to starve yourself?” Mitch asked once we reached the lobby. “Because I definitely can’t.” “Mitch,” Colleen sighed dramatically, “We have this incredible best friend slash award-winning actress pretending everything’s perfectly fine.”