A Fortune-telling Princess Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Sign of Eternal Love Her POV “Once upon a time, there was a princess named Cassie. She’s beautiful and lives in a high castle at the top of the mountain. She was happily living with her father and mother, the king and queen of the kingdom. One day, when she turned thirteen, she met a handsome man,” Their eyes grew with curiosity. “Is he a prince?” One of them asks me. I slowly nodded and smiled, “Yes, he’s a prince from another kingdom.” Another kid raised her hand.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

The treasure-house had no protection by way of chain or bar or guards. "Is this real or a dream?" Psyche asked herself. "Who this vast fortune belongs to?" "It belongs to you," the wind seemed to whisper to her. The princess stopped and thought of this as hers. She wondered how it was that of all the girls in the world she had been chosen for this terrible joy. Psyche would rather have a simple companion to play with. At last, the night had fallen again, and Psyche began to anticipate the mysterious visit. She had bathed and perfumed herself, waiting in her beautiful bed.

"Am I able to see what will happen with him and me?" She quickly shook her head. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Instead, I wish him happiness; I wish that he would achieve what he wants. I wish that I could be a capable helper for him." In the middle of her wishes, the book felt a little lighter in her hands. Slowly, it levitated, opening up a page on its own. She was amazed as she read the title of that chapter. "Enchantments," she read out loud. There were a couple of enchantments written on it, but she did not manage to read any of them since she read the very first line.

“But no, it’s not a divine power like you’re thinking. It’s just because that last time she said some words to me, I almost felt my death coming.” I didn’t get what he said that’s why I just rolled my eyes. Whatever reminiscence he has now, I don’t care. Oh yeah. This one actually believes that I am the Fajra he knows. That I am the princess of the kingdom Zunumbra that he’s saying and that I'm destined to free my nation Amare. Wow, I can't believe I remembered all that. "You know what? In fairness to you, you can write a good book. Children will like your stories.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Robert? No. He is cousin to the princes. You won't find him on the regular roster." I twist my fingers into the fabric of my skirt, the phantom weight of my new gift pressing hard against my temples. The prophecy is a physical ache inside my skull. A princess who became a queen. A world reduced to ash and cinder. I haven't told the others the beginning of the vision. I haven't told them the end either. It is too bloody grim to speak aloud.

The brutal attack, a whirlwind of fire and death, had ripped her from everything she knew, leaving her an orphan and a fugitive in the blink of an eye. Now, in her early twenties, Elara existed in the liminal spaces, the forgotten corners of the world. She was a shadow flitting through moonlit forests, a whisper on the wind, a ghost of the princess she was meant to be. Her name, once spoken with reverence, was now a hushed secret, a dangerous whisper that could bring death. The hunters, a faceless, relentless force, were always on her heels, their desire for her unique, potent power a gnawing hunger. Her power, a legacy of her royal bloodline, was both her curse and her only true hope, a bea

CHAPTER 25: The fairytale princess and the wild gods (1)Princess Elara POV I crossed the ancient mossy borderstone with trembling steps, my silk gown brushing against my skin in a flirty way. The forbidden woods embraced me as soon as I stepped in and the air thickened into something alive and warm, sweet with jasmine and damp earth, pulsing with a raw power that made my nipples pebble and my core clench with a shameful, unfamiliar ache. I was Princess Elara, pure and dutiful, raised on lullabies of virtue and royal sacrifice. Yet tonight, desperation for my starving kingdom had driven me here… and a hidden, wicked curiosity I had buried deep in my heart now stirred awake.

A tiny golden spark remained where her crown had disappeared. It floated silently. Then it formed into the shape of a heart. And inside that heart... something moved. A baby's heartbeat. End of Chapter 163