روايات وقصص ضمن Who Made Me A Princess 102

I don't know what else to do. I blame Carlos for being this way to her, she was his mate but he didn't wait for her and he had a relationship with lady who was not his mate, he made her like this a princess she was now working as a maid in another pack, I don't know the reason why he would chose another man over her, it is because she was beautiful or because he wanted to gain more power for himself. I don't know what is happening. The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

{AVELINE} "AVELINE, pour some tea into my cup!" Princess Octavia commanded. I immediately followed her order. I approached the table where the three princesses were sitting. I took the tea pot and carefully poured tea into her cup. She was busy admiring herself in her handheld mirror that she always carried everywhere. Before I could turn away, Princess Viviana grabbed my attention. "Aveline, bake us some cookies. I want to eat right now," she demanded.

"I want to love you with no inhibitions or restrictions, Michael Royale. That is why I am choosing to bare it all to you. I want to let go of the past. I want my present and my future to be all about us and the children we will raise. I do not want to be controlled by any painful memories." I pull her back to me and smother her with a deep kiss. I am so happy she wants to love me. And the mention of children just made me even happier. Mi Princessa has accepted me! She wants me to be part of her future. I now understand why I should let her tell me everything. She is sharing her past with me so that our our present and future will be equal. I am amazed at her maturity and intelligence. As she

Karl POV I was just stepping out of the restroom, after washing up the stress I have encountered. I felt so down knowing my uncle commit a murder, what has got over him? I was about to get to The stairs that leads to my court when I came across, just pat my shoulder with a fake smile and pass by me. 'You did it right?' I heard his halt and turn to him, who was looking at me surprisingly. 'What are you talking about?' 'The princess Murder I mean,' I could tell he is the one with his dark pupils fixed on mine. ' 'You still want the power, right?, and you wanna rule the whole universe With your villain manner… you should come off it and…'

The Queen was interrupted by a group of people bursting into the room. There were cameras and equipment being set up in all corners and makeup artists standing ready. A balding, greasy man smoothed his thin hair over his bald patch and stepped forward. He was American and addressed The Royal Couple more with sarcasm then respect. With a small bow and a predictor's smile he spoke. " Hey Your Highnesses nice palace you got here. So we gonna start with a few interviews and then you all can just be you OK?" The greaseball explained and then stalked off to set up. A few minutes later a young women walked in.

“Honey, I do not know what to say, but I and your dad have already parted ways.” Back at the castle, Prince Mharl answered the Princess of the UK’s call. For one week, he dated several princesses, and his charm was known abroad because of his stunning effect on girls of all walks. But the truth was that he still longed for Marie and he opened her social media accounts. He was a bit tense when he found out that Marie knew who was the admin of the International Artist Group as he scanned the previous posts she had on her F******k.

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.

All the while, I couldn’t wait to receive my check of ten million, so I could leave this place and NEVER return! “The queen has been generous enough to produce you girls with a variety of clothes, shoes, and jewelry. You are free to make your pick and head over to any of the chairs were the five best makeup artists and hair stylists in the pack are waiting to make princesses out of you.” Her eyes landed on me again and she scoffed. “Or as many of you as can be made. Some people are just not destined to have greatness in them, wouldn’t you agree?” She was staring at me.