Adopted Princess Novels & Stories

"So because you always feel crowded in your home, you decided to move in with me and become my adoptive daughter." "So what will happen to the princes? I thought that they were here because you have no heir. Now that you adopted me then..." "Oh you will still choose. Think of them as your 'marriage' candidates." "What!?" "Not for real. When you leave we still need a next ruler. It's just all 'pretend'." She says. "I-" I started. I rubbed my eyes at how ridiculous this is. "From your niece from a foreign country to become your adoptive daughter. Wow. Amazing. Truly." I said sarcastically.

“Well, we are not actually sisters by blood. She was adopted by my parents when she was just an infant. We are almost of the same age and we grew-up together.” “I see, you know her real parents?” “Nope. Someone just left her in front of the palace gate and my parents never hide the truth from her. So, she knew very well that she is an adopted daughter of the King and Queen.” Princess Shelyca explained. “Hmmm, were you that close when growing-up?” he further inquired.

My supposed father stood up, and I noticed my adoptive parents and everyone else in the room except for Shaemus bowed to him. “You, darling, are of a royal bloodline, you are my daughter and the long-lost princess of our kingdom. You were born to be chosen by another of the gods, you are destined to be not only his horse but, his bride.” A gasp came from my mouth, my eyes went wide, and my hand covered my lips. Shaemus was snarling in the corner of the room he was in.

He didn't say anything. "No," I said again. "That's not... Damien, that's not me. I know my father already told me that I was adopted by him but there's no way I'm a princess. I grew up in this pack, they never told me anything like that even if they treated me like family." I could hear myself talking faster. "Don't you realize being a princess means that I have more responsibility than I think? This would be worse than anything else!" "Amelia."

I slipped my arms around his neck, grateful that someone seemed to be acting like I was injured. “You must be Princess Hedy,” he said. “The family resemblance is very strong.” “I’m not a princess.” “Well, since Princess Hedwig is no longer with us, the title should pass to you, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I understand. You have lived in the werewolf world for quite a long time. Do you remember much about her?” “No,” I said as he began to walk after the caravan. “That’s a shame. She was a lovely woman, a keeper of an artifact at that.”

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

Derek POV. The problem with having a political scandal, no one would let you adopt from their place, humans as young as Adrian wants are rare these days, meaning we had to do a deep search. The last orphanage was one on the bad side of the town, the staff wasn't happy or ready to work with someone very young, hence their nickname to our princess, nightmare. She had stomach worms from bad food, she was only one but was still walking and haven't started teething yet, once her body adapts more to the nutrients she receiving she'll act more like her age.

she mumbled. "I actually do. My job is to get you prepared for the real world and toughen up your skin since it seems like you're far from there, Princess." Aurora was facing away from him and she could not help the smirk that made its way onto her face. Her number one rule of life was to always be underestimated. If her targets underestimate her then they would lower their guard and therefore make the job easier for her. She had been treated as Princess her entire life and grew up pampered and praised. But there was some point when she decided to change it up a bit. She still enjoyed being treated like one and acting like a baby sometimes but outside of the house, she was a completely diffe

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.