A Fortune-telling Princess Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Dallas says before she sits down on my lap again. Quinlan has grabbed a tablet from the desk and I see him typing on the display. It takes a few moments before he starts smiling and hands the tablet to Darius, before he walks out of the Beta office. After he has returned, the four of us are reading through the book and it surprises me that this book is even in the digital archive. “There is a chapter on an underage or untrained King or Queen on page twelve, it isn’t in the index though.” Dallas says and she starts to read it out loud.

Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat. And staring right at me? A title written in old, curling ink: “Luna of the Cursed Moon” I blinked. Nope. No thank you. I wanted a self-care spell, not a prophecy. I tried to turn the page—except the book bit me. “No. Ohhh no. We are NOT doing this fate-destiny-cosmic-mate nonsense. I just cleaned up a glitter chicken with sass issues!” But too late. Magic curled from the page like smoke, surrounding me, whispering…

) Talia: “I have a meeting with investors.” (Not revealing she was terrified they’d reject her again.) And just like that… the plan died. Sunday came. The girls stayed home. And the world around them kept shifting, preparing for something none of them expected. Breakthroughs. Heartbreaks. Revelations. And blessings disguised as storms. They had no idea… Everything was about to change.

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

Drew: I love you, too. She doesn’t care about Annie anymore, she believes that she knows the law more than her. She cannot do any harm to her. She is preoccupied with finding ways on how to stop the curse… She remembers what the fortune-teller told her… LOOK FOR THE BOOK AND BURN IT… IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO STOP THE CURSE. DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO KNOW ABOUT IT, OR ELSE HE WILL DIE. She then remembers what happened to the detective. It only means one thing, the statement of the fortune-teller is true. ***

It took my eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the meager light shed by half a dozen dim candles floating in the air. A young woman sat behind a table hung with purple and gold cloth. She gave a knowing smile. “I see you found your Strength. Let me see you.” The woman motioned me over, and a dozen gold bracelets jingled around her arm.I didn’t move a muscle. “What’s the matter? I won’t bite.” “I…saw you in a dream.” She swept the braids of her long black hair over her shoulder and extended a hand. “Oh, that’s highly probable. The fates have been trying to lead you to me. I am Lady Fortune, after all. But you can call me

Charlotte smiled and said, “I can’t believe you’re turning 18 soon.” Right, that would also mean I’m nearing death so I was not as excited as I should be. I shook my head and reminded myself that I could change my fate. I have to. No matter what, I will take back my fate and continue to live. Be it as the cursed princess, I will still continue to live.

And Vincent had no idea about any of it. God damn it. I had to tell Vincent. It was too important not to. Especially considering his role as the packs’ regent. No matter how hurt I felt, I couldn’t leave him in the dark about this. “There’s one more thing, actually,” I said awkwardly, pivoting back towards his desk. Vincent looked up with a hopeful little spark in his eyes, which I refused to find endearing. “It’s about the lost princess. They found her. She’s here at Fenris Hall right now.”

Vivian opened the book and began, in the quiet, unhurried voice that had always been exactly this, soft as spring, steady as breathing. "A long, long time ago, in a kingdom full of happiness, a King and a Queen welcomed their first child into the world. She was a beautiful little princess, the most beautiful anyone had ever seen. And an ugly witch, twisted with envy at the princess's beauty, laid a terrible curse upon her: that on the day she turned eighteen, she and the entire kingdom would fall into an endless sleep…" The words unfurled like a scroll of warmth in the quiet room. Rosie listened with the focused attention of someone receiving something they had been waiting for, eyes wide at

“I can’t wait to start using it. You should get me another gift though.” “For?” “For being right that the baby is a boy.” I smiled back at her now. A true Kessler, milking every opportunity to get something out of something. That was how you made a generational fortune. “Oh that. You’re a fortune teller, princess,” I indulged her. “Maybe you should tell me something about my future too. Close your eyes and tell me what you see.” “Okay okay!” she giggled, then half-closed her eyes and snapped her head back in what was supposed to be a display of her activating her psychic powers.