Tomboy Princesses Novels & Stories

Being the only girl in the Montevista siblings, Princess grew up like her name, a Princess wherein everybody treated her well and made her spoiled. She had a temper but she was kind. Only her family knew how to calm her down. Her only best friend is Chelsey who knew her as well. She is the contrast to Chelsey. Chelsey is a shy type of person while Princess is quite loud and energetic. "Hi Princess, I am sorry for making Tito Nats fetch you this late," Chelsey said apologetically to Princess. "No worries, sissy. The elder brother explained it already. I was just bored waiting a while ago, but I am right now. Sorry also," Princess said to Chelsey.

Eventually, they agreed to use the two because both are good. Comfort and Princess went to a girls school to talk to the Principal about their project for the school. The principal was not eager to agree. Then, Comfort spoke to her thus: With due respect, ma'am, have you ever known what it means to be ravished, do you know how it feels for your virginity to be taken by force? Many of your students may have been molested by your teachers and you may never know but we are here to prove a point to you. Give us a chance to prove our point but if you resist, God will know we have tried, you are the one who refused to liberate those in bondage. Princess let us go".She stood up and moved out with

All what her thoughts were still about the settlement offer between the Nymphs and the kingdom. The princess understood what she meant as she shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing like that. It seems this time is about a certain boy... And I felt the closeness in meeting this boy.” “Boy?!” Everyone stopped what they were doing including the handmaids for they were stunned by Wren's word—from afar frozen objects broke from the shock. They all knew the princess was a lover of war stories, world peace and anything that had exchanging of fists in it, never minding the ladies way of life. However hearing her words about this 'Boy' means he must be someone special wherever he might be.

And in the quiet tower room, two princesses—necromantress and blood princess—stood on the edge of eternity. Dressed for tomorrow. Tangled in today. Ready for always.

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

He closed his eyes, memories flooding back. In high school, he was known at St. Louis Preparatory Academy as the "Ice Prince." As the Marcelli heir, daughters from every major family vied for his attention daily. The most extreme incident involved the Torrino family's daughter arranging roses in a heart shape at the school gate to declare her feelings. "Young master, perhaps you should pretend to be close with one of the young ladies," his head of security had suggested. "It would make the others back off."

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

the princess blurted without any interest and looked around. “Alpha male,” and now all the other girls were staring at me, all except my girl who had her back to me. “Ooye, Marcos!” the princess shouted, and a boy detached himself from the group of male fighters and approached her. “Yes, princess,” the guy, Marcos, bowed in front of my princess. “These girls are not in the mood today, want to fight with me?” princess asked. Marcos looked uneasy. “Why? Scared of getting beaten up by a girl?” princess teased.

"One second, no one's talking about it. The next, boom! Everyone's infected." Before I could say anything, a group of students walked past us. They were chatting loudly, clearly not even trying to be discreet. "I seriously can't believe Stelle's a princess," one of the girls said, her voice laced with disbelief and just a touch of envy. "Like, what the hell? She's been here for years and never acted like anything special." "Exactly," another chimed in with a scoff. "She's been so quiet, so... normal. Now suddenly she wants to parade around like royalty?"

Princess Maya was being held captive in the dungeons beneath the royal castle. Her golden tiara was still attached to her blond hair while she was forced to wear a very sexy clothing that barely covered her breasts. Her slim, sexy body had to be visible to have a better effect on the slave trader. A large troll, about two meters tall and carrying a fat belly, was blocking the door. Lord Nogard's orders were that the princess was not allowed to leave under any circumstances. The princess was fully aware of her cousin's intentions to sell her and she also knew about the imminent invasion of the northern creatures. The news about the death of her father and brother had been too much for her and