The Puppet Princess Novels & Stories

The first queen Clara had five children, the first, Keven, a prince who vied for the throne, the second, Orinda, a prince who had devoted his life to worship as a priest, the third, Rosaline, a princess who escaped with her powers of nature in a bid to become one with it as an agriculturist and a florist, the fourth, Zillah, a wild princess who did whatever she wanted and the last, Wayne, the baby of the house, a four-year-old prince who was adored by all. He had fluffy silver hair and a pair of beautiful ruby eyes with an aura so addicting that even a murderer could fall in love with his charms. He was the beau of the family and the favorite of EVERYONE. The second queen Sasha had two child

“Nope ... I am just gonna ignore that, let's go look at those over there. I think those are the kind that can grow with the kid” “But it is so … boring. I mean it’s just a bed”. He reaches out to touch it, looking rather disappointed. “Zac, a bed is what she needs”. I look at him. “And this is very classic and versatile ... it will fit in nicely”. He looks around and his eyes light up again. “What about this one ... the purple ... that is fitting for a princess.. Hey we could name her princess ... or queen”. ‘Kick him, please kick him right now’. Zyka groans.

I fumbled for the words. "I'm sorry, Sera... I know I failed you. I'll believe you. I promise. Please... just give me one more chance. I swear I'll love you properly this time." She settled back into her beach chair and picked up her juice. Her smile was as radiant as ever, but her eyes were cold. "Tell me," she said, her voice soft. "If this cup were to break, could you ever make it whole again?" She took a slow sip. "I'm happy now. You should go."

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

I am not even second in line that is my brother Victor Cline's territory but who can go against the king of the vampires. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sapphire Cline.princess of the Vampires. I have been groomed for the last 100 years to be the best lady I can be. I just wish I was a normal human girl, I don't want to be a princess. My father keeps setting me up on dates with the most eligible vampires out there and I hate it. I just want to wait for my mate. I will accept him no matter who he is but my father wants to keep our bloodline clean. My father and my mother are not mates. My father's mate was a fairy, and he rejected her as soon as he found her.

Selena and Mom haven't been in the best of terms since I've been in college, and I probably shouldn't bring that up with Yvette in the car with us. "Well, well, well, we're here at Palm Paradise." Selena declares about an hour later. "Welcome, babes." I raise my head to smooth paved streets mostly flanked by towering palm trees, and residential buildings. Locals are milling around like swans on water. I spy a girl on a bench, buttery tresses tied up in a ponytail with a coral scrunchie that matched the polka dots on her mini dress, scratching her pug underneath its jaws. The place looks like somewhere right out of a movie. The kind that stars gorgeous lead actresses on a summer holiday.

I did, however, take a deep breath and try to keep my expression as neutral as possible, as I told him, "She's the reason I'm here. Maybe the opening you're trying to force through her kidnapping isn't the best way to go. You see, the princess seems to be more moderate, and is trying to get an audience with one of the people." "And who would this graced one be that she wants to see? I doubt it's one of us, bad characters that we are," Steppenwolf chuckled at his own little joke, but I didn't find it amusing at all. "She wants to see Paxton Guttenberg. Any chance we have any connection with him?" I asked him anxiously. He was getting close to where the princess wanted, and that somehow made m

No one has ever carried me and walked that long. After taking the horses from the stable, we make ourselves back to the palace. I blabber about the puppet show and say how the man should've made a twist where the noblewoman fell in love with the commoner. He could've used an antagonist in the love story. But Micah says that puppet shows usually cannot drag that long because the showman does that for his earnings, for quick money. If the viewers feel like the story is being dragged on, they won't give any tips.

My vision blurred, the familiar lines of my room warping and distorting as my skull seemed to shift. A scream tore from my throat, a raw, animalistic shriek of pure terror and unbearable pain. It was the sound of my humanity being ripped away, piece by agonizing piece. "Papa! Mama! Please!" But the heavy door remained a solid barrier, the silence beyond it amplifying my utter isolation. No one heard my desperate cries, no one came to witness the diabolical transformation consuming me. In the suffocating darkness, I became something else, something monstrous, the princess I once was dissolving into a creature of nightmare. The change wasn't just physical; it was a chilling descent into someth

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.