To Be A Princess Novels & Stories

he said to them. Multiple women began to swarm around them at the very mention Venus was the new princess. "Hi! I'm Helega! Let's be friends!" "I'm Percy! Do you play cards?" "You have such lovely brown hair! I wish my hair was that color!" "What's it like being married to such a handsome Prince?" "Ladies," Bloodstar's said, shooing then away a few feet. "The princess will be able to befriend you soon. Right now, she is on tour."

he cared too. “The only you gave to do is to do whatever the princess asks,that will be the price. But for now,hang in there”. the call ended abruptly,the phone slipped off from my hold and landed on the floor with a cllattering sound. The princess prize will be outrageous and I wasn't really prepares for it. “Three days to live”.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

Keep your feet on the ground ! « Anyway, just don’t make it difficult for her. Have you heard about what’s new ? » we all look at her confused, and ignorant of what she wants to say, she signs for us to approach and whisper, « I heard that the beauty is going to another kingdom as a merchandise » said the first maid. « Are you stupid ? Since when a person is a merchandise, » I stated. « You don’t know, the princesses here are only for trade, she means that the youngest princess is going as a peace trade. I pity them, they have everything yet nothing, » said the second maid.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

Based on her defensive stance, I think she’d be more inclined to fight than run. To her credit, she raises her chin. “My name is Orsa. I’m not a princess.” He grins at her. “Are you not? One who is mated to a prince is usually considered a princess, at least here in the fae lands.” “Wouldn’t a prince prefer someone who is already a princess?” she asks. “I’ve met all the princesses in all the fae lands. None of them were right for me. None of them were mated to me. None of them were suited to CrystalSolaris. But I’d be willing to bet that you are, my beautiful Orsa.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Princess Sara.” “No,” I scoff while shaking my head. “Please don’t call me Princess; I’m not one.” “But you are,” Jenna smiles kindly. “You’re Prince Leander’s mate, making you a Princess.” I groan to myself. I am no Princess. Well, I guess I am now. Ugh! I shake my head of thought and smile. “You work here, right?” Jenna nods. “Yes.” “Were you born here?” Jenna bites the inside of her cheek.

I asked, “I mean, I’m a princess now. Should I try to dress the part?” She snorts at the idea, “The day you trade in your chains and platform knee highs for heels and a princess dress is the day humanity ends. You are you. If you aren’t what they consider a princess, redefine it. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” Her blunt analysis made me happy. She’s right.

Crystal hissed. “What’s wrong, My Little Princess? “He touched her chin playfully and said, “A little Princess depends on her parents. The Queen depends on herself, and the Princess depends on her husband... From now on, you will be My Little Princess.” Crystal raised her eyebrows. “What if I want to be a Queen?” She asked. “Then you will be My Queen.” “Fine.” Crystal folded her arms across her chest and said, “Call me what you want, just don’t call me late for dinner. I am famished.”