Blind Prince And Liar Princess Novels & Stories

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.

“I made no such promise! I never promised you anything!” “I am told that you’re not the real princess,” he said. “You’re a fraud. You have used the power of magic to conceal your real face.” “That is ridiculous!” she said and scoffed. “I am the real princess. I am the one who has power over that kingdom. I would never give it to you, that’s for sure!” “Really?” he asked. “There is someone who wants to prove to you otherwise. She is with me, and she will quickly show us whether you are yelling the truth or not.”

Ophelia asked, putting her head against his shoulder once more. "They're prince and princess of the Ophidian Kingdom. I saved the prince after he nearly died from my claw bruise, during the time they attacked me in the forest. So they volunteered to help upon sensing you were in danger." Finlay deliberately skipped the part where they were taken to the Ophidian Kingdom and Princess Daeneria tried to compel him into wanting her, so they could get intimate. He was certain Ophelia would be displeased to hear such.

He was glaring at her hungrily and she shivered one word from the Prince and he would kill her she knew it as sure as she took her next breath. ‘He won’t hurt you, Mafia Princess, not unless I tell him to but if you disobey me in any way I may let him play with you for a little while.’ The guard's eyes glittered as they roamed over her body and left her in doubt about what the Prince was implying, ‘Chain her up Abdullah.’ Khalid ordered as he walked across to an office she had not seen leaving her at the mercy of the guard who grabbed a handful of her thick golden hair and dragged her to her feet.

I had no idea what to do at this moment or how to process my next move at this moment. “You think you can scare us with stories of a fake princess?” Her eyes flickered with amusement. “That omega... Sibel... she’s a liar!” Everyone’s eyes were on her now, and she savored the attention. “Sibel pretends to be something she’s not,” she continued, “She dares to claim she’s a princess, but she’s nothing more than an omega, like the rest of you.” She looked around the room, enjoying the growing murmurs of agreement.

He isn’t impressed, nor phased by my bravery, instead he scoffs. “I’m everyone’s fucking type.” He replies arrogantly, and I can’t deny I agree with him. That jaw, those lips, and those dreamy eyes are enough to melt the heart of any woman. “Who do you think you are, Princesa, that you think I am going to grant you whatever you desire?” The dark aura that’s emanating from him, a warning that I am playing with fire. “An innocent, held prisoner… and as an Alpha, one must acknowledge their mistake,” I reply softly, feeling like I will never get through to him.

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.

Elysia remains unsure among the crowd, out of which she knows only some faces. The king has yet to arrive. Walking her way around the room, Elysia can easily overhear several attendees are guessing and questioning what this council might be about. It seems they are as clueless as she is. Out of the king’s ten children, seven princes and three princesses, eight including herself are within this room; none of the seven doesn’t seem to register Elysia’s existence—not just this moment, but the entirety of her nineteen years. The remaining two she has not spotted are Kannax, the oldest prince, and Sandrian the oldest princess, and she likes it that way. However, when have her wishes ever come tru

My poor guard! "And Princess, this chick is crazy," Roland says with a hint of disbelief in his voice. Luis nods, and my eyebrows pull together. I look up into my mate's face. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are hard. "What do they mean," I ask, and Ben looks like he would rather eat soap than tell me. "We mean she is batshit crazy. Stalker to the 1000°. She had pics of your man all over her walls. Her comforter was his blown-up face! She even had a burned picture of you," Roland explains, not wasting a moment to spill the details.