A Fortune-telling Princess Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Some women lowered their heads sadly while others wiped tears from their cheeks. “But…” the old seer continued softly, causing everyone to look toward her once again. “There is one soul… a soul yet to be born… who holds the power to break the darkness surrounding this child. Until that day comes, the prince shall live bound to this curse.” Give this chapter a title

He raised his eyebrows as he challenged “Has the princess not heard that while sleeping is an essential factor to healthy living, pretending to sleep is a luxury not many have the privilege to…” “And I, Orseus Cornelius the second am blessed with that fortune by the grace of my forefathers and godfathers.” Orseus chuckled before raising his eyebrows haughtily “Does the princess want to test my fortune?” He narrowed his eyes as he fixed a piercing gaze on the princess “Did you not have a taste of my fortune? Are you here to tempt fate a second time?” Ruiyin’s nostrils flared as her face reddened in anger as she was reminded of her most embarrassing moments; she looked like a dragon swallowing

“The ball?” “During my debut my name and identity will be revealed to the world. At that time the most crucial moment I will show Joshua MacClare who I really am. I will show him what I couldn’t tell him for the past ten years. The beauty he have lost. The heiress he lost.” They all smiled as their little princess have returned as a stronger woman. “Trust me, by the time we are done with you, you’re going to be the beauty queen you’re meant to be,” said John.

She was the product of a steel-spined empire, sharpened by a court far more ruthless than Eldenwald’s, raised under the shadow of political titans who understood that power was never given—it was taken. And under all that velvet, she had teeth. Sharp ones. But she made one fatal miscalculation. She didn’t know me. No one intimidates me. Not kings. Not generals. Not Presidents, Heads of State, Tyrants. And certainly not pampered heiresses who waltz into my home as if I’m a trophy they’re entitled to mount on their wall. “You can’t have what you want, Nala,” I said quietly. “Not now. Not ever. And even the King won’t force me.”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Now, I wake up the following morning, unclothed and entangled with Loretta in bed. ......................................................................... I promptly dressed and requested that Loretta do the same, urging her to depart without further discussion. The evidence was undeniable; waking up naked with her was an irrefutable sign that something had transpired between us. Loretta seemed relentless in her desire to cause havoc in my life. From innocently helping me cook to ending up in bed together, the circumstances defied easy explanation. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, as I realized Loretta's realization of my status as the CEO of Melanie Company had driven her to

Out fell the broken stone, and with it the golden key. the clatter it made upon the floor attracted the Princess Cabbage-Stalk's attention. She picked it up, and after a moment's consideration decided that it must belong to the curious old cabinet in the corner, which had no visible keyhole. and then it was not long before she had it open, and was admiring the treasures it contained as much as Prince Peerless had done before her, and at last she came to the carbuncle box. no sooner had she opened it than with a shudder of horror she tried to throw it down, but found that some mysterious power compelled her to hold against her will. And at this moment a voice in her ear said softly: Take cour

A small note was attached. He unfolded it. His expression darkened. Lynnek took the note from his hand. It contained only six words. "The princess belongs to the Shadow King." A cold wind swept across the balcony. Somewhere in the darkness beyond Blackstone... Someone was watching. End of Chapter Fourteen

"the book of myths says if the princess cannot awake the prince, then they shall both sleep for all of eternity. My jaw drops to the floor, so much for holding back my powers, fuck this isn't good at all. What do I do? Do I awaken this prince who could possibly turn into some demon god, or do I try to hold back my powers and pray this book is just a myth? The young girl turns to leave the room before I can ask her any more questions. I sigh as I climb out of bed, heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower before getting dressed and waiting for someone to take me to this Prince. The door opens, and a couple of guards come into the room, they nod their heads in my direction as they say,

“Get that shit away from me.” He laughed. “Come on, princess. Just try it.” I turned, glancing toward the foyer. Creed wasn’t there yet. I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to deal with my own anger, disappointment, exhaustion. So I said, “I’ll have one.” And one became two. Two became three. Three became four. Four became five. Six. And then—I couldn't remember anything else. I groaned, dragging a hand down my face,my head aching badly