Cure Princess Novels & Stories

He answered. "Don't go. Stay, Kane." She whispered again as she pressed her naked body on his. Lust engulfs him. Before he could think, his body reacted to her temptation. Just a few seconds and they have fallen to their desire once again. As the dawn breaks, while smoking his last cigarette, Kane looks at the sleeping princess beside him. Carmine Maelie, the only remaining princess of the Horalee Kingdom, the sole heir to the throne. She's every man's dream because of her outstanding beauty; dark crimson hair that matched her white porcelain skin perfectly, slightly pouted pinkish lips and red diamond eyes. Not to mention her perfectly curved body.

Serena whispered hoarsely, eyes wet, lips cracked with a tired smile. Our daughter. I lean in, breath shaking. “She’s here.” Serena strokes our daughter’s cheek. “Yeah.” The nurse looks up. “Her name?” Serena meets my eyes. “Riana.” I nod, choking down the ache in my throat. “Riana Royce.” My daughter. Our princess. Our baby stirs, making a small sound like a squeak. Serena cradles her gently, shifting to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"That belief is no longer true." A ripple of shock swept through the council. "What?" "An antidote exists?" Several voices overlapped before silence gradually returned. Prince Maxwell slowly leaned forward, allowing just enough surprise to appear on his face. "Your Majesty..." he said carefully. "Are you saying the ailment can truly be cured?" "It can," Kallias answered simply. The words sent another wave of murmurs around the chamber. One minister shook his head in disbelief. "But why didn't we know about this cure?"

Once I told him the story, he would understand. “I have brought a girl who might very well be the true princess, your Sophia.” The king stood anxiously pacing the room. “Could it be another impostor, like the others before?” “No, this is different. She didn’t come looking for me. I literally found her… in the middle of the road, wounded. I had to take her to Dr. Simmons. She had wounds that wouldn’t heal because she was so weak.” Jorah sat back down, expression intense, taking it all in.

She forced herself to sit straighter, to sip her drink as though her entire body wasn’t on fire. When the meal ended, courtiers drifted into clusters, laughter and wine flowing. Elara excused herself, slipping into the side corridor. Her breath came hard, her pulse still unsteady. The bond pulsed in her veins. She wanted to run, to hide, to scream. “Princess.” The voice stopped her cold. She turned. Kieran stood in the shadows, smile curling his lips. He stepped closer, confidence rolling off him. “You’ve grown more beautiful since last I saw you.”

“You - you truly are a healer. That was incredible. “My poor uncle suffered from the frenzy for years, as do many others. Are you really able to treat it?” Claire stood next to my father, supporting him as he recovered his breath. “I am. And I believe there may some day even be hope for a cure.” The reporter gasped. “A cure?? You really are the late Queen’s daughter. No one has had abilities even close to hers in decades. “Sir,” she said, turning to my father. “How is it that the Princess and her amazing talent were taken from our pack so many years ago?” His expression hardened. “I don’t know. But I am determined to find out.”

She also caught the plague. Actually, we physicians don't know the exact cure for the pandemic. We just stick to the alternatives to at least give the dying patients some hope. We often perform bloodletting in which we cut the boil, so the blood and pus will ooze out from the body. I approached the wealthy man at his deathbed, I didn't even try to touch him and inspected him with my cane instead. He was breathing ghastly. The boils on his arms were as big as an apple. I noticed his nasty excretion laid in a bucket beside him. I was relieved knowing I had my mask on. I sighed in dismay as I told her wife to leave us as I perform my surgery.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid