Enslaved Princess Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you want to marry me?" He kissed the tips of her fingers one by one. While bending forward, his hair fell in front of his murky brown eyes, hiding the contempt inside. It was too easy to deceive a woman in love. Princess Rina, the third of the thirty-seven princesses of the Dragsa-kingdom - in the number of princesses, Dragsa and the Icelands were vastly different - broke out in tears of joy. The happiness transformed her unassuming appearance with too big of a mouth and slightly protruding ears into a more pretty picture. It couldn't exactly be called beautiful, but at the very least it had some charm.

Demons that are driving him to the blink of insanity. His demons are his worst enemy. No. His worst enemy is the daughter of the man that enslaved him...the daughter of man that gave him his demons. Her name is Princess Danika. Like I said in the beginning... Once upon a time, a slave was a princess. King Lucien enslaved the princess Danika. She became his slave. His property. His possession. To hurt and to kill. To do with, whatever he wishes. And he wished to do a lot. To hurt her so much.

Eleanor replied, allowing her lips to stretch into a sly smirk. Sabrina scoffed, looking around the dungeon. It was obvious those words got her. "The same way you're not slave. Just look at you, you failed to realise this is real life not some fairytales. You can't have what doesn't belong to you Eleanor, it can never happen. You're a slave and he's a prince, a charming one. You can never end up with him. You're so disgusting to think you would. Come on, what gave you so much high dreams."

It was awkward, yet I wanted to watch her dream. In the moonlight streaming in from the balcony, I caught a glimmer of something around Sarah’s neck. Passing the time, he lifted the chain and peered at the pendant. There was a name engraved in ancient lettering that I couldn’t read. It had a birthday on it, and the date belonged to the missing princesses. I had begun to have my suspicions after their talk a few days ago about how she became part of Stormveil’s pack. I leaned back, realizing she reminded me of the Queen. Sarah had the same golden eyes as the queen, brown hair, and a face that resembled King Jorah.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Her encounters with Alcides, the mysterious figure lingering in the shadows, awakened a sense of curiosity and yearning that transcended the boundaries of social hierarchy. In the grand tapestry of Athenian history, Princess Callista was a pivotal thread—a woman who dared to dream beyond the constraints of her station, and whose path intersected with a Thracian gladiator seeking freedom amidst the echoes of conquest. The story of Callista unfolded not merely as a royal tale but as a journey of self-discovery, love, and the pursuit of a destiny uniquely her own.

The princess held her in embrace, not caring of the others that were there. “My lady, are they forcing you into submission? Is this the price for the healing and food that they had fed us?” She was almost sobbing. Tears were running down the commander’s eyes, seeing her lady in imperial clothes. Followed by an entire line of witches, sorcerers, and soldiers. Memories of the past flooded her, remembering how their princess could not escape and ended up on a leash by using them as hostages. “No, Soraya. I ordered that.” Lady Karilaya rubbed off the tears on the soldier’s face.

Melody instantly turned, rushing to her side “Your highness you’re awake!” “Nh…” she croaked unable to move her body, the woman propped her up against her cushions, pouring a glass of water for her and held it to her lips. The princess was visibly weak, even as she drank a few sips of water half tumbled down her lips. Layana felt frustrated at the state she had been resorted to. Her throat still felt like parchment, the water burned her airways, but she still drank feeling thirsty

I sink down beside Roland as he encourages his friend to live. "What happened," I growl, and Luis's bloody face shifts to the direction of my voice. "They got me in the bathroom...drug me out here..she could feel my pain....she saved me..they got her...they got her Roland," Luis mumbles as his consciousness fades. I ignore Roland as he pulls out his cellphone. Ben- Capture all Rogues!! PRINCESS SASHA HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED. WHITE CREST WE ARE NOW AT WAR. PRINCESS SASHA IS MY TRUE MATE, YOUR LUNA. WE WILL NOT REST UNTIL SHE IS FOUND.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.