Who Made Me A Princess Claude Novels & Stories

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She laughed and said confidently: "I swear you won’t say that when you see him. He’s very handsome, charming, and everyone’s favorite." Then she added playfully: "But for me, Kevin will always be my favorite." My smile froze for a moment when I heard Kevin’s name, and I remembered his strange talk about the dream. I felt a bit of tension, but I tried to hide it and said: "Maya, how did Sophia become the princess of the ghouls?" She looked at me in surprise, but answered simply: "Because Prince Claude didn’t have a declared heir, so Sophia was the closest."

As she moves away, I suddenly notice the fancy butler’s cart with even more royal-looking packages carefully spaced out. Claire approaches and inspects the bounty. Then, over her shoulder, she informs me, “We’re going to do a more elevated degree of scrapbooking. The photo journals crafted for you, the king and Princess Peanut—” I love that Claire calls her this— “are one-of-a-kind, designed specifically with your individual tastes and styles in mind.” My brow jumps. “Exactly how would they known Princess Peanut’s style?” “Please.” Claire smirks, a facial expression she’s mastered of late. “That child oozes charisma and is infused with so much energy and vibrancy, she puts fireflies to shame

Princess Dohana turned to give him a stone cold look, "why haven't you said this all along. Do it quickly, tell Prince Terrah to make the payment." "Yes, my Princess." "You may go," Dohana dismissed him. After he left, Princess Dohana began to caress her stomach gently. "Jake, our child is waiting for your return, what's taking you so long?" As she spoke, the Princess heard some light footsteps. She stood up abruptly and glanced around. Behind her, the Prince of Paris suddenly appeared. Looking handsome and dazzling on his white suit, white shoes and a white hat, the man smiled at her. "You...what are you doing here?" Dohana asked puzzled.

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

I grabbed my shirt on the floor and wore it. I was about to open the door when suddenly someone opened it first. It was Claude, one of my Betas. Oh, what does he need this time? And why he’s not with his twin? “Why?” I asked before he can talk. “The royal witch is here now,” he said causing my brow to furrow. What? Oh, the royal witch that he mentioned a few days ago. I never believed in foretelling the destiny so I didn’t get a chance to meet the witch after I ascended the throne. But Claude persuaded me into giving it a try.

They have no problem boasting their inherited status with their flashy armor and weapons, and due to their blue eyes, platinum blonde hair and athletic builds they look like young princes straight out of fairy tails, unfortunately their personalities aren't as regal as their looks. **** "Yea, its not like I wasnt standing here for the past ten minutes or anything like that, Tai." Claude pointed out sarcastically while he got up and wiped the trail of blood that flowed freely from his lip. Before Claude even finish his response the royal duo was already heading to their classes with and outrageously large number of attractive women and burly students in their wake. "I swear to god I hate lad

Their faces were identical, sculpted so perfectly it felt as though the goddess had taken her time crafting a masterpiece. The only notable difference between them was their hair. Lucien had long black hair, Silas’s was brown, and Claude’s was a soft blond so I knew it was Claude on the bed, his lips curving into an amused smirk the moment he saw me. His head rested lazily on his hand, and as he spoke, he looked like something straight out of one of those fairytales Mother used to read to me, the kind of prince who would sweep you off your feet.

Now, Queen—Kween, with a K—was not the same. She walked in in her magenta pantsuit, braids down to her waist, and those rhinestone glasses that looked like they belonged in a K-pop music video. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just… looked at me. Her heels clicked like punctuation marks. And then she paused. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. She timed the fur coat. The white boots. The pearl clips. She tilted her head. "You borrowed my style."

This was clearly a SEX film! Yet, for some reason, neither I nor Olivia pressed the pause button. "Claire." My heart raced, and I could almost hear the deep and low voice of Prince Louis echoing in my mind. Hold on. Stiffly, I turned my head inch by inch, and to my horror, I saw Prince Louis standing in the doorway, arms crossed, with a frosty expression. Kyle was standing half a step behind him, staring fixedly at Olivia, whose face had turned pale, sporting an equally displeased look.