Adopted Princess Novels & Stories

"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.

They fall to their knees trembling as they begin to talk. “We are sorry your Majesties!” They cry out, tears falling from their swollen eyes as they shiver with fear. “Prince Leonard hired us to kidnap the Princess. He said whether she lives or dies, we would be paid so that his family could inherit the Throne.” “Liars!” My Uncle shouts, but two Guards work quick in cuffing his hands behind his back and gagging him.

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.

“Yeah. Let’s go. We are going to be late.” The group dispersed, leaving Ada on the ground in a wretched state. Ada clenched her fists tightly. She was Ron’s niece, the cousin of Aiden and Caden, and the princess who had been living in the Sagers for years! She had never experienced such an insult before, let alone being mocked by people who she deemed lower than her. Madam Sager had once promised to matchmake her with Carl, and she even got her uncle’s permission. Now, not only was she chased out of the Sagers, but she was also forbidden to be with Carl.

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.

Bitterness rose in me as I thought about Prince Marco and the way the Alpha King treated him. “He seems like he’s a good father,,” I said when I turned around, and I absently tugged on a lock of my long hair. “He must love the prince and his mother” “He does love Marco,” Erika said. “But there’s something else to know about all of this. Prince Marco isn’t Adalyn’s. He was adopted.” My heart skipped a beat and my jaw dropped a little. “Adopted?” I repeated back in surprise. “Yes,” Erika confirmed. “Six years ago, the Alpha King was out on an inspection. He was investigating the other Packs. He found Marco abandoned out in the forests by the border. No one was around, he was all alone. So, the

“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.

“Yes, don’t you know? This is a secret that many members of the royal family are aware of, but ordinary people are not. After all, the royal family members are expected to have sons and daughters, so if it was known that Princess Zoey was adopted, she would be looked down upon, but...” Upon hearing this, Dexie quickly asked Gavin, “But what?” When Gavin saw Dexie’s eager expression, he was a bit surprised, but after some thought, he continued, “However, Miss Zoey was adopted from distant relatives of the royal family. The royal family selected many girls of the age who were all intelligent and beautiful, chosen from distant relatives of the royal family. In the end, Zoey was chosen. She must