A Fortune-telling Princess Novel Novels & Stories

“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:

Saint makes eye contact and frowns at me, I just roll my eyes at him. My head is still on overdrive from what the spirits have been saying on repeat since I woke up. THE GOLDEN KINGDOM IS ONCE AGAIN IN THREAT FROM ENEMIES OF OLD. DECEPTION CAN GUIDE THE TRUE PINK QUEEN DOWN THE WRONG ROAD, WHEN THE BOND THAT SHOULD DOES NOT ARRIVE. WHILE THE GOLDEN PRINCE FALLS AT THE FEET OF DARKNESS LIKE HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE. BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK.

She shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the cold draft in the room. "You smell good," I murmured, the wolf in me pushing against the surface, demanding a taste. "Better than an Alpha's daughter should. You smell like trouble." "Don't," she breathed. Her voice was weak, but she didn't lean away. "Don't what? Tell you the truth?" I straightened up, pulling my aura back just enough to let her breathe. "You’ve been lied to your whole life, Princess. Told that if you were good, and dutiful, and wore the right dress, you’d be happy. Look where that got you."

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

Org said apologetically. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when L’oana is anything but a bother,” Jack hissed. “Do people still believe hell is a burning furnace?” L’oana chuckled as she rested her chin on Org’s shoulder. “I find that truly amazing. You don’t think that, do you princess?” It was clear by the way she emphasized the word princess that she was resentful of the fact. “You’re not welcome here,” Jack hissed. “You should have told me who she was, Jack,” she said flatly. “Tell me Sergeant, what do you think of Jack as your future king? When he marries the princess that’s what he’ll be.”

Lily was only four, she always wanted me to read her a bedtime story before bed. "Benny, Benny. Daddy told me a stowey. Let me tell it to you." She raced up to me and I scooped her up into my arms bringing her back to my room. "What story was it?" I asked freigning excitement. "It was the stowy about the pwincess... There once was a baby, her hair was as dark as night, her eyes a lighter shade of the deep blue sky, she was only six months old when she was taken from the palace. But the witch that stole her cast a spell so the princess would never be found and the witch was never seen again. Every year on the princess's birthday they still hold a huge ball and send off lanterns to try and gui

His Kingdom is not that far from the Lucky Kingdom. Meanwhile Novella was very arrogant and rude to the maids; to get revenge, they tampered with the measurements of her golden dress. The novella would beat the maids without a reason or explanation. She was a slob, a heavy eater, and gains much weight with her unhealthy eating.

I was just going to tell you that one thing, my dear, to show you what a good fortune-teller I am. If you like, I will give you an herb to break the spell.' 'If you will only give it to me,' said the Princess, 'I will give you anything you choose to ask for, for I cannot bear to see him in this state.'

I tore open the present I had brought her. "It's titled Three Realms. It's a love story I would want you to pay attention to." "Ok." I watched as she examined the book cover. "That's a princess with a body of bones, would the book be scary?" She was watching me with gazes that were doing things to me. "No, I told you it's a love story. I'll be going for breakfast and I'll definitely bring yours when I'm done." "Can I go check up on Belle?"

“You know I hate lateness. Or were you hoping to warn your houseguests I was coming?” “I doubt they frighten easily.” Vera turned back to Anya, smile poised but empty. “And this must be… the addition.” Anya extended a hand. “Anya Petrova.” Vera didn’t shake it. Instead, she looked down at Zoe. “And the heiress to the second complication, I presume.” Zoe blinked. “I don’t know what that means.” Vera crouched slightly, maintaining perfect posture even in motion. “It means you’re a very… surprising little girl.”