The Princess Is Going On Strike Novels & Stories

“Who do you think you are to ask me to leave here? You are nothing but a concubine’s daughter who seduce the king shamelessly…” Without allowing her finish her words Claire raise her hand up and slap her across the face causing everyone at the hall a great shock the press start to take pictures of them flashing their lights on them the whole room turn to them shocked at the scene the princesses were also shock so is the king and Queens, Zoey held her face as she felt the slap she just received she look back at her furious and with a killer gaze “why? Are you scared to slap me back? You were running your mouth moment ago”

To think I rushed all the way thinking it was important when father just wanted to push my buttons again. My father’s sigh filled the room again and I did feel guilty but I had to speak up and fight for myself or I would have been mated off a long time ago to some stupid idiot wanting to make an alliance with our kingdom. I shut the door with much force than I had planned, turning with my hand on my chest. My heart was out of control, the room seeming to be spinning all around. My legs got weak, my whole body shaking. The whole passage was spinning so fast, the urge to cry so intense yet I would never. I was Zisealer Dragonstone, First daughter to king Zihhak, princess to the dragon people—T

Daniella I was shocked to know that Mendy was a princess, I don't know what else to do, I couldn't believe she was a princess. Who would believe it, she came here as a rogue and I treated her as a maid, but not only that I did everything I could do to make sure she never be with her mate, if I had knew that she was a princess then I wouldn't had done that, I had done what I supposed not to do, I don't know what do or say, I just couldn't do anything. I stood still without doing anything, I could just watch her as she was walking towards me.

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

As he finishes his communication, he lets out such a vicious growl and grabs her by throat. He lifts her up and demands to know who she is, and why she is impersonating nurse Jane. Impersonation! We all become highly alert and growls shake the whole hospital. The prince snatches her bag and starts rummaging through its contents. He takes out four vials of blood, opens one and the whole place gets invaded by Summer's scent! I know we all saw red. Had the prince not stopped us, we would have shredded her to pieces. Miguel's POV/The Prince's Wolf

Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

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.”

The palace gates had not stood this tense in years. Guards lined the walls in double ranks, spears gleaming in the afternoon sun. Banners fluttered above, the silver wolf of her family’s crest snapping in the breeze. From the balcony above the courtyard, Elara’s breath clouded faintly against the cool air. Her palms gripped the railing, hidden by the folds of her gown. She forced her shoulders back, her chin high, every inch the princess she was expected to be.

But she shook her head, turning to face me instead. "Let her go, Mr. Smith. This is weak, even for you!" Matilda demanded. John sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I guess you don’t want that promotion after all. Leave now, or consider yourself fired." Matilda stood her ground, adjusting her stance. "I’ll put this online if you don’t let her go." She pulled out her phone and pointed the camera at John. Immediately, I felt his grip loosen slightly.

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