Tomboy Princesses Novels & Stories

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

Each footfall echoed her determination to forge her own destiny, to embrace a world teeming with untamed adventure and uncharted possibilities. As the remaining princesses stood in the garden, the echoes of Omana's defiance reverberated through their thoughts, igniting a spark of rebellion within their hearts. Uncertainty mingled with newfound curiosity, and they questioned the paths laid before them, wondering if they too could break free from the shackles of tradition and carve their own destinies.

That hadn’t happened quite so much after Queen Eleanor’s passing, though he knew Magnus had counselled her that sadness wasn’t what her mother would have wanted or expected. Reminded of her duty, the younger of the two princesses had made beautiful things to decorate some of the common areas. Her needlework was praiseworthy, according to many, and she had a talent for whittling. Not quite so ladylike. That had made him smile, until he saw the little stags and hedgehogs which abounded, all fashioned from wood. Their likeness to the real thing was amazing.

I smiled as well. "do you know Princess Dahlia?" I asked. I've been hearing that name since earlier, I'm curious about her. "she's one scary Princess. I don't like her" she pouted. "why? she's a Princess after all, you should like a Princess like you" I answered. "she's so mean. She's selfish, she's a brat, she's noisy and she's very annoying" she fussed. I laughed. "do you hate her that much?" I asked.

“I like your dress.” “Thank you.” “I don’t wear dresses.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a Tomboy.” “What is that?” “You don’t know?” She cut Julecia a look. “No.” Tiffany thought a moment. “It’s a girl who likes to dress more like a boy.” “Oh…interesting. I was born a boy, and I like to dress as a girl. I was raised as a girl too.” Julecia smiled. “No way. There’s no way you’re a boy. You have boobs and nicer legs than I do.”

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

She sets Princess down and bows low from the waist, one arm crossed over her chest, hand on her heart. Princess giggles and runs off, joining another group of children a little older than her. Tuyen stands and watches them for a minute, looking oddly at peace. "Why do you call her Princess?" Todd asks, frowning. "Should you be letting her live in some pretend playtime bullshit? Shouldn't you be taking this more seriously? You shouldn't be encouraging this kind of behavior, even if she is young."

"Teach me to fight like that. Father says princesses don't need combat training, just 'grace and diplomacy.' But you're a prince AND you can fight. Why can't I? or is this because I'm a girl? Is being born as a girl my biggest mistake?" It was a fair question. "A girl can also fight and protect herself. Why do they keep telling girls what we can't do?" Why can princes learn swords but princesses can't? If someone attacks me, am I supposed to wait for a knight to save me?" And suddenly, Adrian saw an opportunity. "I'll teach you," he said. "On one condition." "What?" "You also learn about demon culture. Meet some of the demons from the quarter. Learn that they're people, not monsters."

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.