The Princess In The Dumpster Novels & Stories

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

"We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result." There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down at Eliana, his eyes running over her arms and legs. For some odd reason she becomes self-conscious of her dirty and battered appearance. She tugs on her pant legs to cover some of the scabs beginning to form on her calves. How embarrassing it is to be so disheveled and dirty in front of the third Prince of Climont. She is the only Princess of Drein, she should not show any vulnerability. "Could you not find a more bearable restraint?"

I winced as I tried to lay on the cold hard ground in a bid to catch some sleep, I closed my eyes but I was too cold, hungry and in so much pain to be able to sleep. I struggled to stand as I paced about the small room, I’d decided I was going to write to my parents, hopefully it gets to them but there was nothing I could use. I sat back down and waited patiently for the night to pass by. “Wake up!” A disgusting voice jolted me awake with a bowl of water emptied on my head. I opened my eyes to find Axel standing outside the dungeon, he’d ordered that I be brought outside for a walk. I looked horrible, I became the laughing stock of bright wood pack, I looked like a clown that served only for

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."

Stepping over the pile of ash that was once my mother, I head around the desk and pick up my fathers phone. “Hello, councilman Fergus, it's Princess Lyra, we need your assistance. My father and mother chose to stop breathing and I am now in charge. Please make your way to the mansion” I hear him scoff and grumble before I hang up. I repeat this three more times to the higher ranking council members. By the time I have finished Demitri has returned and let me know that he has had some of the maids put drinks together in the lounge for everybody when they arrive.

She was beneath me, and it didn’t matter if her father had all the money in the world—or if she did now. "Well, you should get to cleaning. From the look of it, you might have to spend the whole day," she said with a smirk, mocking me. I shot her a glare before turning my attention to the room. My stomach twisted. 'How the hell did anyone live here?' It looked more like a closet than a room. I stepped inside, forced to duck my head to get through the doorway. Sophia was tall. how could she even fit in here for so long. The place was disgusting, the kind of space even rats would turn their noses up at. I looked around, the air thick with dust and something worse. My chest tightened slightly.

But not just any woman. Even now, sitting in this dungeon, I could feel the pull toward her as strongly as ever. She was somewhere above us, probably in the royal palace that crowned this underground fortress. ... It turned out that the blonde girl, my mate - was Princess Stella of Sarmentia. One of the guards had informed us with obvious satisfaction "You touched the princess herself, you fool. King Aldric isn't going to be pleased." Princess Stella. Even her name was perfect. But I knew she felt it too.

The moment she saw the contents, she panicked, which could be seen through her eyes. "Ms. Castillo, you are the daughter of Mallory who stole the children twenty years ago, right? "Not only do you know that she was the one who threw Ms. Dixon and Mr. Dixon out for money, but you also volunteered to discuss with Mallory and approached Mr. Dixon with a purpose. "You want to replace Ms. Dixon to enjoy a wealthy life. How evil you are." Lillianna's face reddened. Things were clear, so she simply stopped pretending. She stared at me angrily with wide eyes, her face full of unwillingness.

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

She says before the sounds of something falling and Jessica letting out a soft curse follow. “Princess, is everything okay?” I ask, worried about her getting hurt. “Yeah. I found the greenhouse you mentioned earlier today and decided I needed to actually choose things from the store to start gardening in it. That was a bag of dirt falling over and making a mess.” She explains with a sigh, and I chuckle, wanting nothing more than to pull up the app and see what sort of mess was made. “Don’t work too hard, Princess. You can leave the heavy lifting to me.” I state, and I meant every word. My Princess does not need to work so hard with me there for her.