Crush On The Unwanted Princess Novels & Stories

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

Her boobs were heaving with every deep breath she took. "That's all I can do, Princess. We can't do this anymore. We can't mix our two very different lives"

“Happy birthday, Princess.” KRYSIE BADLY wants to yawn but she's shy. Flashes after flashes of a camera are invading her eyesight. She can't see anything for the lights of the cameras are focused on her. It's kinda awkward, especially that most of the visitors are asking what's her connection with the Adamson's when her last name is Forsuello. “You didn't greet me this morning. I hate you,” she muttered when Carson suddenly appeared in front of her. Carson laughed. “I was busy this morning. I'm sorry, Princess.”

The Princess was unguarded and unprotected, yet she managed to hurt him and escape from his monstrous army that raided every corner of her burning fort. How could a little life escape from the firm grip of his claws? He secured all the passages. A few men from his troop went after her but never returned. The chief commandment of Baden was still investing the case on his demand. He wanted her, the defiant Princess in his feet begging and pleading for life. He wants to crush her flower-like structure under his boot. The menace she has dared will serve her hazardous consequences. His obsession to see her writhing and fading in the darkness was alluring. The moment she will fall in his arms, he

Brutally, Rosetta kept punching or pulling the princess’s hair. “Lucas is forever mine!“ shouted Rosetta, lose her anger. When it wasn’t enough to finish off Princess Sonya, suddenly the whole chapel shook. The floor beneath Rosetta’s foot cracks.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

Terrible, they are very happy and wish the princess to complete this alliance by being able to get pregnant from this mysterious prince for them. After the trumpet was sounded, the prince stood upright, signaling the end of the race to finally free the princess from his iron grip. Did he really catch her? Did he really catch her? Was he cheating? No, if he was cheating, everyone would have noticed it, so how then? How did he suddenly appear in front of her out of nowhere? Who is this person? What is an ordinary person? Sure, no. So what is this thing here?

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

“Ah, but vipers have fangs sharp enough to protect those who know how to hold them.” For a moment, she saw it again—the boy she had once loved in another life. The boy who had whispered promises of forever before delivering her to ruin. And for that heartbeat, she hated herself for the way her chest tightened. But she hated him more. “Stay out of my way, Kieran,” she hissed. “Or I will carve your smile off your face.” His eyes lit with amusement instead of anger. “Gods, I do enjoy you, Princess.” He leaned close enough for his breath to brush her ear. “And you’ll enjoy me too—one way or another.”