Adopted Princess Novels & Stories

“I am well aware of your wish to adopt her as your daughter, but Alpha King, you never said a word, about making the stranger your heir.” “I am no stranger. I was legally adopted by the Alpha King, which means I am now the princess of the realm and I demand you to not talk lightly about me.” “You were installed in that position not even a week ago, and yet, you dare to act as if you're above me?” Octavio spat hatefully, losing his cool.

“I don’t want to be here, I am renouncing my pack membership, and I am done being friends!” “Wait.” Sebastian boomed. “You are to be quiet, and listen,” he warned. “I am Prince Sebastian, your father was a great man, he died shortly after your mother left with you.” he sighed. “You are indeed a Princess, and you are going to be Queen,” he said looking at Alpha Daniel. “She will be coming with me unless she wants to stay here, which with the way you have treated her, I doubt she wants to stay here.” “I will not have it, she is mine.” Alpha Daniel. “She is carrying my son's child.”

"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 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.

(THE PUPPET’S CIRCLE) “AN HONOR TO BE IN FRONT OF YOUR PRESENCE, LADY HARUNA.” Greeting her with all the respect and smile from a servant rather than a noble, a princess and much higher in status than her in this world for being the adopted child of the crown royals. She smiles in return as she put every piece of the puzzle that Reina wanted her to solve. “So, do I, princess?”

I rarely cry, but I couldn’t stop it this time. I was not hallucinating. This was not a nightmare. Adessa was declared the Princess of Absalom. The missing princess. There were rumors that the King was looking for another child. No one confirmed it, and it looked like hearsay. But I thought he was looking for a son, not a daughter. Even if he was, I would never, in a million years, have thought that it was Adessa. But they would never announce this if they were not sure.

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.”