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She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

For over 260 years, Aliya has lived with one purpose: revenge. After watching her parents and baby brother murdered by a rival vampire clan, she was forced to take her father’s place as leader. The loss hardened her into a ruthless, feared vampire who sees humans as nothing more than prey. But everything changes when she meets Eric, a mysterious young man who unexpectedly calls her beautiful and defends her from a group of bullies. For the first time in centuries, Aliya feels something other than anger. Obsessed with him, she enrolls at Central City High School, determined to make Eric fall in love with her, turn him into a vampire, and build the life she never had. However, Aliya soon

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

A faint shimmer of glitter at her collarbone caught the light as she moved. Three women trailed behind her—Charlotte, Becky, and Vicky—each stunning in her own right, but together they were a force. They laughed at some inside joke, shoulders brushing as they scanned the room. Ariel’s confidence wasn’t loud—it was magnetic, a quiet kind of majesty that made people straighten when she passed. Carl’s eyes locked onto her instantly. “Who is that?” he murmured, almost to himself. His friend Dylan smirked. “That, my prince, is Princess Ariel. Rumor is she’s been abroad for years. Guess she just landed back home.”

Definitely stupid. “I don’t want to dance.” Ariel stepped around Zeres and stared the scrawny wimp down herself. “I already told you twice. Don’t make me tell you a third time. You won’t like what’ll happen.” Regal iciness radiated from her every pore and words, a small, impressed smirk touched Zeres mouth before he squashed it. Now he saw why she had been sent to study abroad, she definitely gave that princessy vibe right now more than she had ever did.

What would you like for breakfast? The cook came up to ask. Deciding what to eat so early was always a struggle for Ariel . 3 months yet she hadn't gotten used to that treatment. She was used to getting up early and eating very late anything she could lay her hands on at that point. But living with Xavier was different. The princess treatment she tried to adjust to. I'm fine for now. I will let you know when I'm ready. I'm sorry ma'am, but I have to make you something to eat now.

A bucket of golden liquid sat a few feet away, resembling the extract of an Akihyra fruit. “Ah, the princess has awoken. Or well, soon to be queen if she follows her orders.” The man from earlier stepped out of the shadows. He was clean this time as if he freshly bathed. No dirt stuck to his face, and his hair was neatly pulled back into a bun. “The name is Tariar, Icran Tariar, and I’m the leader of this rogue guild, Dynamere. Of course, we named it after our benefactor. Dynamere Raenaleous stepped out from the shadows, grinning.

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

I stayed behind the wall, a few meters away, but close enough to see everything. The hooded figure removed their hood, and it was the princess. I wonder what she was doing here at this hour. Another figure came out of the shadows, a few moments later. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ *ADELIA** "Amari!" I shout- whispered. Amari came out from behind the bushes. "Where have you been? I was so worried when you didn't get back to me. I thought something happened to you." I held his face in my hands.

—I'm not going to make a fool of myself and say that I don't know how strong our bond is, but this is so unexpected and confusing – he sighs, shaking his head – finding out that I'm a supposed princess who was kidnapped, seeing the suffering of those I've now found to be mine parents and being carried by a complete stranger who is my partner – I can see the turmoil of feelings she is feeling and I want to beat myself up for not being able to help it. —I know it all seems pointless now, but in time you will understand the situation better. I just want you to know that everything will be in its own time, we have eternity ahead of us – I'm sincere and I get a smile that makes all the hell I spe