The Princess Trials Novels & Stories

"This is crazy, one of the longest lines I've ever brought a talent to for an audition," Denise shook her head, looking at the queue of actors and actresses auditioning for the film, 'The Fallen Princess' Return.' While Kyle was finding a way to get the Swans to sell their company shares, Gabrielle and Denise flew all the way to the City of Angels, hoping to get a chance to take the lead role of the movie set in medieval times. It was a story about a princess' undying love for her prince that she resorted to scheming and unlawful acts to gain power so her husband would fall in favor of the crown. However, the princess was executed after her crimes were revealed to the emperor.

Or else she won't just get petrified like this. "Come on! Let's go!" Instead of wasting time on thinking beforehand, Princess Jiyanah rushed through the open door past the panic-stricken maid. "Your highness! Please wait for me!" she called the princess who was now heading out to the porch. It didn't cost them a lot of time. At last, they finally entered the trial grounds which they were greeted with a huge, curious crowd. The buzzing and shouting noises quickly drilled inside their heads. In the middle of the wide ground, there were two huge poles standing. Tied on each of them were Méah and Prince Anouk.

"You have broken a law. You brought in a witch in the Royal Palace. It's treason punishable by death. Leave, I'll pass my judgment in the Trial Hall tomorrow." Her desperation had her clutching his arm: "My King, please!" The nectar in his hand slipped on his gown, but the Princess was unapologetic in manhandling him. He himself couldn't push her away. "I'm indeed at fault, I'll pay any price you think is appropriate but please let the girl live. She's just... fourteen." 'Any Price, she says...' He slightly turned his head to her in interest and Laylin gained courage.

Exactly what Sidney needs. She walks towards us from her royal throne, tossing her blonde hair out of her face every few seconds, strutting confidently in her five inch high gold pumps. With a skirt about five inches above dress code requirements and a blouse with a few too many buttons undone, she managed to catch the eyes of every boy in the school.

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

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."

Cold. “This,” the man said, “is your first trial.” No greeting. No kindness. Just those words. Some girls straightened. Others shifted nervously. “The prince has decided to begin the selection process early,” Lady Senna added. “He wants results. Loyalty. Strength. Not performance.” A few girls glanced at one another. A whisper of panic passed between them like a shiver. “The first trial,” the man continued, “is not about power. Not yet. It’s about instinct.”

The corner of her mouth curved up. “I’m inching for more. Come at me with everything you got.” “With pleasure!” They all charged at her. The princess singlehandedly beat everyone that faces her one after the other as she pushed through to Luna, another in red lashing outfits and a symbolic scarf covering from the nose down to the shoulders raged with a katana sword at Wren swiftly, a side step movement to the Princess’s left along a lower slash which Wren dodged by rotating over then followed a consecutive upper and lower stabs which the princess also effortlessly dodged it all.