Ugly Princess Novels & Stories

Hair was messy, and makeup was not done. "Oh, Princess, you look awful. Let's make some plans to make you feel better". She gets a beautifully wicked grin on her face as she sees me. She screams at the maids to get out, and they don't need to be told twice. I coo at her. "Did that mean mutt upset you my darling?". "Everyone is voting for that worthless rogue, and now the slut is fucking my man after he humiliated me on the internet". I nodded in agreement. "Things haven't gone quite to plan, but what do we always say?"

He always used to speak about how much he would take care of me and how I didn't need to worry, but now that I was ugly, he kept away from me as much as he could. This plague, it's killing me. Messing with my mind. I see and hear things that I shouldn't. But the worst part is that having the plague itself isn't all that painful. I can talk fine, eat well, and walk fine. It's just the stigma that comes with it. The once beautiful former princess of the humans and current queen of Moratia has been cursed to look like an ugly hag for the rest of her remaining days. It hurts when people look at me and their expressions turn nasty or pitiful.

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes.

Luke asked. "Yeah, it's a princess theme so I wanted to make everything look like a palace," Valentino replied. Alessandra squealed in excitement and demanded to be put down by Valentino. He gently put her down and Alessandra ran around the house, admiring all the decorations surrounding the house. "Isn't this too much for a kid's party?" Luke asked. "Nothing would be too much for Alessandra. She's just a kid, let her enjoy these things, okay?" Valentino said.

Agila's POV We all stand still and listen. "She asked if I do not know that I am too ugly to be liked by you. That all werewolf women will become slaves of humans once she becomes your Queen," the evil Princess claims. I watch Eva's mouth fall open in disbelief. Princess Maya is now claiming that I bullied her and her mother after all the horrible things they said to us. Sounds like only the most wicked women desire my mates.

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

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

"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.

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

"Jerald get me a mirror, I whispered gritting my teeth. If truly I had makeup on my face, I knew it would be that annoying princess, because no one would dare do such a thing. After all, they are all afraid of me. But the princess on the other hand seems not to care. She was fearless and stubborn, which I hated. Jerald came back with a mirror in his hands, and I looked at my reflection. I had make-up on, not just make-up, ugly makeup. I was so angry, that I could feel my blood boiling. How dare she? Zara, I wouldn't spare you. she dared to make a mockery of me in front of my entire council members and even my servants. This time, her punishment would be worse than the first one and no one ca