Adopted Princess Novels & Stories

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

Still, guilt immediately crept into my chest. “Uh, Aria got sleepy and grumpy,” Chris explained casually. “So we wrapped things up earlier.” Then he looked down at me. “Right, baby?” I gave a tired nod. Fredo awkwardly cleared his throat. Sylvester finally exhaled and gestured toward him. “Fredo, this is Novaria,” he introduced calmly. “Princess, this is Fredo. He works with us.” He paused briefly. “And unfortunately, he’s also my best friend. Kind of.”

Gabrielle smiled and put down her phone, picked up her chopsticks and ate something, she said with a smile: "Everyone has a gossipy heart." Amanda also wanted to gossip now: "Speaking of which, what's the background of the the South Princess?" Gabrielle ate a piece of beef before explaining: "The the South Princess is called Yolanda, she is the adopted daughter of the old king. This princess has some ability, she is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is also good at business. She controls several major economic lifelines in the South, and even the real princess doesn't have her status. She came here this time and specifically asked to see you, maybe

"I trusted you to handle Sophia, and you let her slip through your fingers. You let her get out of hand. This is on you." He exhaled sharply, then his voice dropped even lower, slicing through me. "I chose you because I knew you would never let me down. I gave you the Smith name, and you’d better make something of it. You’d better not make me regret choosing you over all the other good children I saw at that orphanage. Is that clear?" I nodded automatically, even though he couldn’t see me.

My eyes widen and I let my gaze soak in Jake's sparkling white-haired head, his eyes glowing emerald. "He just pisses me off," I shrug slightly, leaning back against the headrest. Jake smiled, his eyes glowing. "Well, you're stuck with him now," he laughed, "since we kidnapped you." I groaned in irritation. "I thought that was called adoption." "You know it's not, though I'm old enough to be your grandfather several times over," he points out, his face mischievous, "you really are our prisoner." "What?" "Think about it," he smiled, "you're surrounded by five incredibly beautiful werewolves who could overpower you in less than a second, and they all want you to stay in this house. To top it o

"Oh, they'll be fine, Zuu. Just give it some days." She smiles and looks at me. "The princes are every female Noble’s dream. No one has ever said ‘no’ to them. You are the first." I shrug. "They're better off without me." And I mean those words in a literal sense.

Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more. Maybe if I hadn’t been brought up in a place like this—in places like my first adoptive home or foster placement—the thought wouldn’t seem so ridiculous. Regular, unbroken people still had dreams, didn’t they? Princess. I scoffed. What a life that would be. I shrugged my bag further over my shoulder, ready to leave. There was nothing left for me here. “I want to adopt her.” The word fell heavy through Cliff’s door. The floor beneath my feet creaked as I froze, one step closer to the door. To my life after this place.

If William rejected my proposal, my fate would be sealed, there was no other sure way of escaping the clutches of the Emperor and Theodore. The next morning, my nanny was just finishing tidying my hair when a knock on the door put us on alert. It was unusual for them to have such respect for me, but it seemed that my recent punishments had had the desired effect. My nanny went to open the door, and a maid, followed by two soldiers, appeared. "I greet Your Highness, the first princess of the empire of Arventia, Princess Camellia Arventia," they said at the same time. I got up from my chair and signaled for them to stand.

“Early on in my parents’ marriage, they weren’t able to have kids the natural way. So, they went to a local orphanage and picked me up. I was six.” “And no one questioned it?” I asked. “Things are different here. There isn’t as much media, and some of the rules are quite lax.” “So why isn’t Abir first in line to be the king? I mean, doesn’t it go by blood?” “It doesn’t have to,” I said. Having the truth out there for Sophia to know was a weight lifted off my shoulders. Even Maddox didn’t know I was adopted. There was no reason for anyone to know and question the methods of the kingdom in my country. “And I doubt he’d want it.”

However, the prince noticed and let out such a ferociously possessive growl and they averted their eyes. When the two embraced, they both felt at home. The prince knew that his mate was more than special. She was a rare gem. "I've finally found you mi princessa. I promise to love and cherish you each day as if it's our last." The prince whispered in Summer's ears. It needed no telling that he was thoroughly smitten. Summer as well felt at easy and automatically let her guard down. The wings retracted as she allowed herself to savour the moment.