Who Made Me A Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The human weddings.” We both watched the drama with interest and Jackson asked the right questions. Before we fell asleep, when I woke up, he gave me a rich foot massage that made me laugh, and he fed me before taking me to the garden. There we socialized with the children and the girls decided to use me as their play model, so they not only did my make-up but also my hair and told the story of the enchanted princess that the prince saved. Somehow I realized that it was a sweet representation of the love story that Jackson and I shared, and then I realized that Enya had been the author of it.

She likes games, so he created a famous gaming company for her; she likes animals and believes there is a private forest zoo behind the mansion where his uncle presents every kind of spice on the earth for his princess. God knows what he didn’t for this wild girl; whenever she wished anything, as long it was not the moon in the sky, his uncle made it real for her; he doubts by chance if she ever wanted to catch the moon in the sky, he would even make one for her if he can’t bring it for her. People call her the heaven-blessed princess of Alexander Aristion, and many have dreamed of even glancing at her life. They knew the name of this princess, but they never met her because his uncle kept h

Real life princess, who? My usually messy hair was now in a low chignon and I had a small diamond crown to top off the princess look. My makeup was done professionally, not too much and not too minimal. Everything I wore came from a brand, as usual; down to the stilettos on my feet. Just because I was spoilt like that.

Joseph's voice turned cold as he said, "Who raised you to be such a delicate princess?" Elianna kindly explained, "Mr. Kensington, you must understand that only those who are not princesses but fantasize about being treated like one are said to have princess syndrome. I was born a princess, so how can there be such a thing as princess syndrome for me? If you want to blame someone, blame my grandfather, blame my father, blame my brothers who spoiled me like this." Joseph reluctantly used scissors to cut open the packaging, but his hand trembled and accidentally spilled half of it.

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.

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.

And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween. She walked in like she owned the entire floor. A red suit with a sharp cut, red heels to go, and lipstick so bright it had to have been custom-made. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, then smiled slowly. "So you're him," she said. "I like your style. You'll do just fine." I gazed after her as she left in astonishment. She reminded me of. myself. The self I'd built for CreedX technologies. All sass, glitter, and walk-in-power vibes. Seeing her sashay away made my stomach churn oddly. As if I was grieving someone who was still breathing.

Kayla squealed when she was done with his make up. I turned the chair to face the mirror and that was it to make me laugh. His facial expression was priceless. He had to bat his long colored lashes to be sure he was seeing the right thing. "I present to you" kayla started "Princess Dillie of Pinkland!" "My hair!" He screamed "My pretty face!" "Yeah, we just made it a million times prettier" "Aren't you adorable" I said pinching his pink covered cheeks. "You're as cute as a fat clown"

' She thought looking at the girl's face with heavy make-up. "Rebecca said you sent for me, My Princess. I'm Jaden and I'm here to do your makeup." She smiled again. 'My guess was right, she's really the make-up girl.' "Ohh yeah." Princess Carlotta shrugged still looking at the girl weirdly. 'There's nothing funny here so why is she smiling?' She thought. "And I can you're truly a beauty as Lord Lorenzo's wife." "I know. Thank you." Princess Carlotta smiled as she touched her face.

Mikhail and his little princess, Alina Marie-Rose. And me, his queen, the woman who made it all possible. His Elle.