Who Made Me A Princess 102 Novels & Stories

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

Caroline’s POV: "I am glad Your Highness obeyed me last night," Lucille murmured in my ear as she did my makeup in the morning. Not that there were official engagements during the day today, but I was the Princess of Tresoria, and I had to present myself in the best possible way at any time. Sometimes I missed looking at myself in the mirror without makeup, as if all cosmetics were a mask for the world, but it was not in the right tone and I would be highly disapproved of by my mother and Madame Tremblay if I were not in my best, especially while Stephan was visiting. Morning makeup would be light and quick, because today there was so much to do, so the last thing I had to worry about right

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

It soon became very clear that the room was full of people with too much money for their own good, with yachts and overseas trips being sold for more money that I had ever dared imagine before tonight. The grand prize of the night was a ridiculously sized mansion on the coast of France. It's starting price was set at $300 million, which instantly started climbing as big-shots fought for the fancy estate. Once the bids had finally started to slow at $650 million, the auctioneer began to wrap up the deal.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

"I can kill you. Right here. So tell me, Princess." "Aww, the pretty boy thinks that it's a threat. Go ahead and kill me. My parents will know that it was you and they will find you and kill you. All of that would have been for nothing so it won't matter. But please, kill me. I'll bring me great peace in my grave when you are."

She made a little sign for me to bend down. I brought my ear to her level, feeling her breath tickle my skin as she whispered, “I saw the crown earlier. I tried it on before they took it into the hall. It’s so sparkly and beautiful. Like it was made for me." I smiled, pride swelling in my chest. “It was made for you, princess. I picked everything myself. I want it perfect for you.” She tapped my arm again, that mischievous glint in her voice. “So… it's mine…right? Can I sell it afterwards? It’s gonna cost a ton of money.”

Harvey spoke, he held a locally made bow and arrows, he made it himself. "I'm Harvey" he said and stretched his hands for a shake. The princess looked at him, she's surprised. She shook hands with him "I'm Princess Roxanne" She replied.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

Dad: Princess, princess, Harshal: Yes Dadda Dad:: Princess, Today someone came to see you, with his family. So be yourself and confident, I know princess you are not ready for this but just try it once for my sake, please please don't get angry at me and them also, just be calm and answer them what they ask that's it ...nothing more is there in it ...