Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Behind her, she could hear Marian and Zoe returning their attention to the television. Within seconds, they were laughing again. Amber kept walking. When she reached her room, she closed the door behind her quietly. Then she walked toward the window. The massive estate stretched before her. Beautiful. Expensive. And built partly with money that should have belonged to her mother. Her fingers tightened around the gown. Sixteen years ago, they threw her away, now they wanted her back. Amber looked toward the skyline beyond the estate walls. A faint smile touched her lips.

I couldn’t even interest my dick in a recep or princess. The receps were the girls without the powerful last names. They lived in our world and had a place in the families if they wanted it. Many would stay through loyalty because it’s what their families had always done. The receps, short for receptacles and I have no fucking idea who came up with that term, were also here for our dicks. Willingly, of course, and most were more than willing. The holier-than-thou princesses were another story. They were off-limits. Too bad they liked dick as much as the receps. If a princess left Rochester with her V-card intact, she most likely spent four years on her knees in the campus church. More power

I was starting to loose my cool. "Alpha you where right to be suspicious about Scarlet's family there is no birth record of them having a daughter and I have aslo found this scroll about this legend "The stolen Princess of The Blood Mood Pack" in blue mountains dose it sound familiar? Well is should as do you remember the story your mother used to tell us of the old Royal Blood Moon pack I remember the story of when your mother told us about the Queen having a daughter but that child the child end up getting stolen late one night from a Rogue when the attack happend and no one has see the Lost Princess since."

Maybe the pictures I am seeing are not really photoshopped and something about it was true. After my company became a success. I did my best to get rid of the terrible memories that I had about my past. I forced myself to try and forget a lot of painful memories because I was scared that I would never heal from my pains if I could not forget Liam. He was the main reason I had wanted to forget everything and just move on and now, it was beginning to look like that was the worst mistake of my life. Because now, I dont know which parts of my life I had washed away and drowned in memories I suppressed. I didnt know fully what was true and what wasnt anymore.

“Everything, Kairos. When my father died in combat, she was the first one to offer to take me in. She got me into Alpha Academy, despite the fact I am not a High Alpha or even from the families of Knights. She did it all. I cannot let her down by not allowing the Princess a chance at my hand.” Kairos nodded slowly, reveling in the silence. He took another drag of his cigarette before holding it in his lungs and speaking. “She could take my hand, you know,” Thorne sailed his fist into Kairos’s shoulder, causing Kairos to choke on the smoke in his lungs. Then, he burst into laughter. He punched Thorne back. Thorne sat on the log and dropped his head into his hands again. “Not fucking helping,”

"I'm just offering my opinion for you and Duke's sake out of the kindness of my heart. If you don't like it, just say so. Why would you flaunt your importance to Duke and tell me to leave?" "Who told you to leave?!" Duke growled coolly as he strode past me to Sienna's side. "She's still young, Fiona, and she just started work here. If something she said upset you, just say so! You don't have to tell her to leave." Still young? In all likelihood, Duke forgot that Sienna was just three months younger than me. Feeling the bitterness swelling inside, I rubbed my eyes as I took a deep breath. "I'm not telling her to leave. It's just a fact that the Forest Pack was founded because I—"

You have successfully made yourself look like an idiot. I returned to the door and time passed and I wondered when the hell lunchtime was going to come. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten I hadn't eaten since yesterday. A guard approached me after a while. “The King requests the Princess' presence in the throne room immediately." I opened the door to inform her but she waved her hand in dismissal without looking at me. I guess she got the message already. She still looked as disheveled as when I left the room. It didn't take up to the minutes before the door opened and she walked out. The first thing that hit me was how wonderful she smelt. Like lavender.

The girl frowned as she spoke. "Butterfly, the people of the South are a beaten people. They have been so mistreated by your uncle that they are afraid to speak. That's why they only bowed. This will pass when they realize that you are a fair and kind ruler. I expect you to have a report to me by no later than tomorrow morning." The girl nodded and turned to leave when her father stopped her. "The Western Clutch has awakened and the prince has found his mate. There will be a marriage and many alliances will come from this joining. We must go and attend. His father, the king, was a good friend. His mother, the queen, was an honorable woman. I am looking forward to meeting the young woman that