Ugly Princess Novels & Stories

“Little… Little princess…” “Call me Cutie Pie!” Aino said with a high and mighty tone. “There’s already a little princess in your household, that Minerva girl! She’s so ugly. When you say the words ‘little princess’ I’m reminded of an ugly girl like her, so I don’t want to be called Little Princess. Just call me Cutie Pie.”

she said giggling evilly. She came down from her red velvet extra-soft carriage-chairs with the help of the previous man sitting by her side. She looked at them with a disgusted expression on her face. The man came down standing beside her; stoic. She was definitely the princess of Uji, but because she was a princess didn’t mean she had to behave like spoilt milk. Angela hated proud people. Why act proud when there will be someone out there, that’s better than you, who doesn’t act spoilt?

Said the princess. "Yes my lady I did." "Tell me, what did it look like?" "It had pale skin,yellow eyes and black long nails." "Similar to a vampire?" The princess asked curiously. "Yes my lady" "But that is absurd. Vampire's are myths. They do not exist." Said Prince Uzriel. "But they do brother. Don't they Ingrid?" "I have only heard the rumours of the blood thirsty creature's, but I have never encountered one in real life." Said Ingrid.

That fragile princess was walking around in shackles. It was impossible to take a step because of the heavy chains, black hair was scattered all over her back touching the ground. That pale pink dress had now become dirty and lost its color. The transparent color was stable but the face was withering. Everyone looked at the princess dragging her feet with her head down. She was brought near this gathering. People were amazed to see her; the princess who had a magical beauty that could be mesmerized even in poverty was really the most beautiful girl in Inland.

I answer. "Well, no matter how ugly she may be she will make a better queen than the human we were mated to. Besides, our palace wouldn't even be standing if it wasn't for her gift," Tiras urgues. He is right. The princess might be ugly but she will have to do. No other female has the gift she possesses. Hopefully none of our subjects or guests will ever see her true face. Because the gossip will spread like wildfire.

Princess Hazel rolled her eyes. “I know what you are about to say mom, get ready Hazel, believe me I am on it so you both can leave,” Hazel said as she added more serum to the pimple spot, she was extra cranky because of what Prince Kylin (the most handsome/ most popular person in school) had said on the school's website… he had called her ugly because of the stubborn pimple on her forehead that has chosen not to disappear.

She gives him a look that says fuck off before he speaks again. “I want to apologise for earlier, I was a dick and your right i should have asked you first” She looks him up and down then straight in the eye. “I am not ashamed of who I am but I prefer to be Lyra and not Princess Lyra Sokolova. I shall forgive this once but do not push me again Atlas i do not offer forgiveness twice” Well fucking damn, this woman is a force and she knows it.

I replied in a low tone. “Oh, come on, don’t let him affect you. The day is quite pretty today, you can do a lot of pretty things ahead. You can’t let him ruin that for you. A pretty princess like you does not deserve to be bothered by someone irrelevant, okay?” I smiled again. Though my day is already ruined, it doesn’t mean he’s not right. “You are really getting used to calling me ‘princess’, huh”?! Did you know that I picked people who are allowed to call me by that nickname?”

She was fascinated by that arrogant princess, it was a fact that years of denial could ask. The impossible fascinated her. “You are a very presumptuous woman, Miss Jauregui. Karila scolded her softly. Lauren didn't matter. — It's not that highness, I just know that your head is worth millions... "And you're entering the fray to have her?" - The princess mocked making Lauren deny it, her expression was pure idealization. He wanted to have her in those strange and parallel dreams, it was true, at least to prove to his unconscious that even the most unreal things could happen, but he knew well that this was not the case.

"Why would you want to go through all the stress, princess?" "Princess, princess, princess!" Mireille screamed. "I am not a princess! I most certainly don't want to be this kind of princess who is guarded every second and not allowed to even have a job!" She yelled at him and Dante shut his eyes, calming himself down. He was wrong, he should not have raised his voice at her after what had just happened to her the previous night. "Listen to me, prin..." "Not that! Don't call me that, Dante! And yes, I lied to you yesterday. I went out and got myself a job!"