Forced To Be A Princess Novels & Stories

"I heard the rumors. The council. . .they're forcing you to marry that monster Cassian. Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's all lies. I cannot lose you my love. I refuse to lose you. You are mine. You belong to me. We planned an entire future together. How am I supposed to just watch you leave?” I let my body sag against him, forcing a soft, broken sob. Tears welled in my eyes—practiced, perfect. "Vincent, my love. . .I didn't have a choice. The council discovered the truth about Aurora. If I don't marry Cassian, my entire family faces ruin. Death, exile, the stripping of our titles. This must be done to save them. I'm so sorry. I cannot refuse this. I must marry Cassian. It is the only way

Pride often leads to people making stupid decisions. He would regret this. He would regret marrying me. I’d make sure of it. I’d make him rue the day he decided to marry me. Just because I wasn’t as powerful as him didn’t mean I couldn’t destroy his peace of mind. If I became his wife, I’d make sure he suffered everyday. Right now you need to figure out where you are and how to get out of here. I looked around the beautiful room before looking at my bound limbs and sighed in defeat. I leaned against the cushioned headboard and stared at the top of the bed which was shaped like a shell.

I could get one thing by pretending not to be the princess, but it's not going to help me anyway. If I decide to remain the princess, I will still be required to show my strength and all of that. My dad can only push it so far, but it would be disappointing for everyone to find out I had lost my wolf. No one would want to hear the story that led to it because everyone is more bent on whether I have a wolf or not. And if I decide not to remain the princess, I might have those people leave me alone.

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

The kind that seeps into your marrow. I almost giggled. What a stereotype. The mistress gets food tossed in her face in a fancy restaurant. I mean, Jesus — was this a bad soap opera? I looked in the mirror. My eyes were puffy. My complexion was blotchy. And all I could do was wonder how stupid I'd been to believe I ever belonged in that kind of life, sitting opposite Creed with gold-plated menus and lilac drinks. As if I were some kind of princess instead of an imposter in a red dress and too-good-to-be-true makeup.

"Now it's your turn, the so-called princess, to repay the emperor and me." "The king of the Werebear country needs a concubine." "You know, our country is at war with them. As a princess, you need to take your responsibilities." The girl's eyes were full of fear. She had been begging the queen, but she was scolded. I know she is the princess who was forced to marry a werebear 5 years ago. A princess is forced to make sacrifices for her country. Suddenly, I found a little girl covering her mouth in horror behind a curtain in a corner of the palace.

“Bite it to death. Use your strength to bite it hard!” Inside a carved box, there were two robust beetles butting their heads against each other, battling to the death. Draco had lowered his eyes and sat with her, but his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere. The third princess always regarded him as a child. The ninth princess, excited and flushed, looked exactly like a little boy. Since she had received a strict upbringing from an early age, she had been conditioned to follow many rules. Her nanny always told her what she could and couldn’t do, making her feel restrained. She rarely could let loose like this. She had already forgotten the unpleasant events from earlier and was happily pu

I’m about to enter through the glass doors when voices reach my ears. “... why would you want to go back there? Did you see the clothes you were wearing? You’re a Princess. How could you live in such a filthy environment?” My heart sinks. Did I make her suffer? She must have been used to the luxurious castle yet I made her live in a forest. “Gena, it’s not bad. I got used to it pretty fast and I learnt a lot. I can even fight now–” “What? My Princess, don’t let your father hear that. He’s already pissed that your innocence has been taken. Did that monster force you?”

As desired, the prince "mumbled Isabelle, still rubbing a hand on her forehead. Everyone uttered the same kind of grumbling, because everyone agreed with my father that a prince could not "dirt" the royal blood with an unexpectedly arranged marriage. Of course, my plans have never been to force a woman to get married, but since my father decided that he would use my title to force me to be with someone for more dominion and power, I made my own decision to find a bride, before he arrested me all my life with that strange and frigid princess he had met in Scotland.

I say. She looks at me for a moment as if contemplating what I have said. "You're right Lincoln, who are YOU for denying the moon goddesses wishes." "My daughter could have stayed within the Royal Pack, she was at no point forced to come and reside as a simple werewolf. However my Princess thought she would experience how the packs are run outside of the Royal residency to make herself more sympathetic to their ways before taking the throne and learn how she can better the Kingdom. She also wished to find a goddess given mate who respected her for her..not for her title. Now Lincoln, how do you think you have portrayed yourself to my Princess? How have you treated her during the last 5years?