Who Made Me A Princess Claude Novels & Stories

About how I hadn’t because of an old oath I’d made to Cassandra. And my patience was wearing thin. I set my glass down with a little too much force, letting the sound crack through the room like a warning. "She’s the daughter of the Moonstone Alpha. She’s their rightful Princess. And she’s not going anywhere." Silence settled, thick and tense. Caroline’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue. I could feel Cassandra bristling beside her, words she wanted to say burning on her tongue. I didn’t give her the chance to spit them out.

I stepped into the gown and pulled it to my shoulders. “I’m ready,” I whispered, and she got to work. Her fingers were deft, and soon the gown fit me like a second skin. “You’re ready, princess,” she said, bowing before leaving the room. I sighed. I still wasn’t used to being called that. Cayden’s delighted clap caught my attention as I stepped out. “Now you truly look the part,” he said, pulling the cloth off a tall object. It revealed a full-length mirror carved into a wooden frame. “Come have a look.”

Dozens of nervous faces stared toward the mansion steps. Luca emerged slowly. His expression alone made several men lower their heads. His eyes swept across them one by one. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe too loudly. Finally, Luca's cold voice shattered the silence. "One prisoner..." He descended the steps. "...one helpless woman..." Another step. "...escaped from this estate." He stopped before the assembled guards. "And not one of you noticed." Silence. Absolute silence. Luca slowly drew his pistol. The metallic click echoed across the courtyard.

She immediately hung up the phone and started packing to head over to Annalise's pack, she didn't want the girl to die, after all, she is her best friend daughter, but when the matter of balancing power and magic of the world from being disrupted, all and every relationship are not important. The king and queen was staring at each other knowing what was about to happen, however, they both already knew they where not going to lose there grandchild, even if it means giving up there life, she was all that was left of Cloe. The king moved back to the phone and called his servants, after relaying instruction to pack for the king and queen to go on a long trip he called Kylen, after one ring he an

she waved her ruler at my thighs, "personal business flashing the paparazzi." I saw my opening. As I stepped onto the platform, I let my ankle "accidentally" buckle just enough to send me tumbling into Claude's waiting arms. Madame Laurent's assistant, a devastatingly handsome Swiss man with cheekbones that could cut glass, caught me with surprising strength. "Oh!" I gasped, fluttering my lashes like a silent film starlet. "However, shall I repay you?" Claude blinked down at me, his ears turning a delightful shade of pink. "It is—ah—no trouble, Mrs. Blackstone."

I drop my head, looking at my feet scuffing the floor a little, I would never have so few clothes on me at any time normally. Wade turns his head looking to me, an apologetic look on his face, “I’m sorry Princess, it was me who asked you to stay after you arrived. You weren’t prepared.” I shrug and pick up the black dress and the taller black heels. “Will this look nice?” He smiles and nods.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

"Oh, I see?" Claude reached out his hand to shake, even though with a flat expression, but he looked softer. It seems that even Claude has realized his mistake. "Forgive me!" "Haaah ...?" they overreact when they see someone like Claude apologizing to someone. Nathania took Claude's hand and shook his hand. He smiled, it felt as if he was winning something. "Prince Nathan, see you?" said Princess Mia, who seemed shy to say it. "Goodbye, Princess Mia! Your Majesty, I will say goodbye. Thank you for Your Majesty's kindness and care during my stay here!"

Claire replied stunning everyone in the room except her father who stare at her resignedly “You can’t talk to my lord that way, according to the rumor you are the one who drugged the Prince” Eris who is triggered by the princess words and action spoke up glaring angrily at her “Who are you?” she asked her voice softened a little “Eris, personal maid to his Royal Highness King Edward” she introduced Princess Claire give her a quick look and move forward to her, without a warning she raise her hand high and send her two slap on both cheek dumbfounding everyone, Prince Michael who was enjoying the show moment ago stare in total disbelief at the Princess

“Princess Ariannah, can I have a moment with you, please?” She silently hissed and clamped her eyes shut in frustration. Clara stared longingly at the outside. If she could only catch up with Hannah Fern and ask her if they had met before, she would finally be at peace. Clara hid the disappointment in her face before turning around. She bumped into Eleanora Cromwell, the bratty princess from Eurus, who only rolled her eyes and walked past her. ‘Good,’ Clara said to herself. ‘I do not have time to deal with her.’