Novel & Cerita Tomboy Princesses

They got Ace and Tommy to agree to allow us to finish school as long as they got to claim us. In this world, a man could claim you but it was up to you to agree to it or not. If you did, then you became his property, if you didn't, he had to leave you alone. Things were different for Margo and I since we were the princesses of the club. If we denied Ace and Tommy, there would be no end to the the line of men trying behind them. It wasn't because we were that beautiful or wonderful. No, actually it was all because my father was the MC President and hers was the Vice President. Everyone wanted that power. We would only be allowed to deny so many for so long before our families would force us t

"So in my play, there are two princesses. Right, ma'am? And they are sisters. One of them will be Tessa, she is a beautiful, smart, and really cool Princess he announced and I had to fight the urge to smile like an idiot. I knew this was coming, He had written the most tragedy struck story and of course, he had to make me the main female lead. "Little one, when will I have to beat this guy? Let me know so I can beat the shit out of him," Samuel, who was seated beside me, asked me in a low voice but instead of answering him I shushed him as if he was disturbing something important. Iman he kind of is....., right? "And the other Princess will be Amelia. She's pretty and too sensitive and a re

Whoever sent it had used the staff as their shield—or perhaps the writer was one of them. The corridors leading to the back halls smelled faintly of smoke and starch, the lingering traces of laundry, cooking, and scrubbed floors. She had walked these passages as a child, trailing after her nursemaids, but now she felt like an intruder. Servants were not used to seeing their princess wandering these halls alone at night. She caught sight of two young maids whispering near the laundry doors. When they saw her, they dropped into quick bows, faces paling. “Princess,” one stammered.

And ignore the warm flutter in my chest. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, since he's your boyfriend and all, but…" Tiffany twirls a lock of her brown hair around her index finger, shoulders rolled back to enhance the the huge bumps of her bosom. "He. Is. Hot. Like, really hot. Check out those shoulders."

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

She wanted to defeat this evil menace herself. In a matter of seconds, she was given a horn. “I am the Princess of Prestoria. What do you want?!” Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. They saw a young beautiful but tattered dressed girl by the window side holding a horn. Octavia eyed the so-called princess creature with disgust. Is this the legendary princess? She laughed out loud and all her soldiers copied, laughing out menacingly. She was macabre. “So you are the little brat everyone keeps talking about. Is that not sweet?!”

The room was far too small to accommodate all four people, so the boys decided to take the floor while the ladies sat on the bed. The Death Princess looked nothing like what Zen imagined her to be. Compared to his big sister, she looked like a very demure and fragile doll. Sasha had a fierce look in her cold blue eyes, and it wasn’t difficult to believe she was a killer. However, the Death Princess, who had a higher body count under her name, didn’t look like she belonged to the underworld.

She bowed her head as soon as the crown prince"s face came into view. "Crown prince!" She called out, with her heart racing fast against her chest. Crown prince Enzo watched Althea standing. She was really a willful woman who dared to do anything. Amongst all of the noble female werewolves in the kingdom, he had not seen anyone who was as brave as her! Because it requires a lot of braveness to be able to run from the Baron. "You can’t keep him here, you have to let him go” Althea insisted.

– He asked bluntly. — They are very sumptuous animals, flat, intelligent, dominating, I identify myself. Isn't that how people choose their pets? – The princess questioned in a false innocence that made the American laugh without a hint of humor, it was more about being so audacious as to take such a disturbing posture. Allyson worked to get to know her by her actions, she preferred doing it that way to trusting crooked rumours, she had a sense of justice above anything. But he couldn't stop questioning how right other people's mouths were when looking at something like that. His vision wasn't disturbing at all, it just appeared to be different, he imagined pretensions which that woman next

“Is that why your coat says, prince” “Any of us directly under the king are princes. Danny and Sal are also princes even though they’re older than Spin. And Cheeks is a prince and he’s the same age as Spin”, he explains. “And the girls?”, asks Meme. “ There’re no girls in the hog or the leadership of the crew”, he says. “So no, there are no princesses if that’s what you’re thinking. The women are called our old ladies, except for Spin’s girl”, he says, pointing to me. “She’s a queen”!