Who Made Me A Princess Claude Novels & Stories

Reid stepped inside his office to give him a call. “The Alpha Princess, in my territory? Impossible; I would have known if someone of her calibre was within my territory. But, yet again, nobody has seen her face.” “My informant sent me a picture from a Mascarade ball from like three years ago. I just sent it to you. He sent a photo via his phone. A picture of the princess wearing a mask at the masquerade ball. Reid looked at the person in the photo and felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. An absurd suspicion crossed his mind. “Could this be her?’

"The one who slapped you at the party." My jaw tightened. "She's not my friend." "She's interesting, though." Ash propped his feet on the armrest. "She wants to make a deal. She'll help us find the princess — says she knows the area, works at a local diner, hears things. In exchange, we show up to some French class and help with a group project." I stared at him. "A group project," I repeated. "A drama performance. Something about a trip to Paris." Ash shrugged. "She was very passionate about it. Grabbed me by the collar and everything."

"Alright, so, Louis came and picked me up. He was sweet, then just quiet. He took me to the palace to eat. Halfway through the meal, he had the nerve to tell me to stay away from Felipe. Said if I think that he and I have a future, it would be in my best interests never to see him again. I got mad, yelled at him, and left. It took a while to get back over here. The authorities were looking for a man who they thought was thieving. Pierre told me to stay in the carriage. I did, but I opened the door, so I could see. Then the man they were chasing jumped into the carriage. Pierre was ready to kill the guy, I was ready to let him. Then I saw who it was; it was Felipe. He'd been looking for me. W

She had sent everyone out including the make-up artist and her team once they had helped her put on the dress. "Thank goodness…" A head popped inside the room through the slightly opened door before Claude came inside. He was all dressed up as well, ready to take step into the phase of his life together with his beloved. Donning a deep charcoal two piece with a white button down shirt under it, he was quite the eye candy. But then again, Claude has always been whether or not he would dress up for any occasion. His hair was gelled up unlike how he usually left it untouched. "I have been dying… to see you… in person… one last time before…" Claude couldn't form a coherent sentence as he stepped

I broke the news to her. “ You're just jealous that you're not a princess,” she ruled out. “ Erm... That's simply because I'm a guy,” I twisted my brows. “ Daddy, Claude is being so mean to me,” she gave dad her big cute eyes. “ I'm a princess, right?” She asked for affirmation. “ Claude be nicer to your sister, she's a princess after all - my princess,” he patted her head before kissing her on the forehead. “ Fine, Your Royal Haughtiness,” I rolled my eyes before getting down from the platform I had previously climbed.

Her body was slightly turned to the side, while her face was directed straight ahead, adorned with an elegant smile. Addison’s gaze moved downward and caught a name at the bottom. Claudia Crawford. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization hit her like a blow. She had seen pictures of Queen Claudia as a child. The memories were distant, but she could vaguely recall the image of the beautiful, mysterious, and tragic queen who had once been married to King Theodore.

King Thorvald said, getting off the bed. “What am I? Last time I checked I am human!” Princess Claire spat. “You are a Blue Blood,” King Thorvald said. ‘My word he is in his own kind of special world,’ she thought rolling her eyes. As soon as king Thorvald retired to his own room princess Claire got up and decided it was time for her to leave, 'Before I get pregnant again.' Princess Claire got dressed and hid her personal papers between her breast. ‘Let us hope no one suspects anything when I leave to go into town,’ she thought to herself after telling her lady in waiting to arrange for a car to take her to town. ‘I will not end up like that stupid girl Emily,’ she vowed, getting into the

I don't want her to be influenced in any way. “Princess Clara isn’t her father. I promise you she doesn’t deserve your hatred like you think. Do you remember the burned cloaked girl, Claret?” I nod my head and I can already sense that I’m not going to like what I hear. I spent all night convincing myself Clara was lying to me and now I fear I may have been very wrong. “That was Princess Clara. I helped her disguise herself while we were in the slave area. She is the reason I was even able to bring anything to you at all. Without her I wouldn't have been able to do it. It was even her idea. I was sad one day about everything. I had been with the princess for many years at this point. She comf

I responded. ME: hey beautiful Princess, I missed you more.. I am going through some staff and I think you're the only person I can talk to. I'm scared.. I wish I could I don't know talk to you face to face.. but I don't know.. I really need you right now.. I sent the message and told the driver to let me go after the short left... I got out and to my surprise there was Layla waiting by my gate. "What are you doing here?"

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.