Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

After all she was, the famous lost princess, Princess Helen Hallerus, the hidden counter part to the contest of throne claims. “Forgive, Count Kabronel temperament…after all it has been a long journey for us….But just like we have promised…this was also a part of the deal…after all, you have already bet on me on this race for the throne right?..”. (Princes Helen Hallerus)

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

“ But…..wasn’t it forbidden for the two lessons to be combined together ? “ asked Angelo confused . “ Of course it was forbidden but……….the princess didn’t care . She loved learning new things just like you . “ said Antonio and poke his small nose in a playing way making Angelo laugh . “ Then , the princess….. “ asked Angelo super interested . “ The princess………she was a very rebellious character . She didn’t like dresses and other shiny sparkle things like the other princesses did . They enjoyed wearing them and focus on the bride training while the princess didn’t want to be a bride at all . Even though she didn’t wore those dresses , jewels , high-hills and other stuff , items often , she

“We kept getting entangled with the same woman for decades until Alexander finally told us about the prophecy and took us in.” Tony told me that the first woman was a princess. The second one was a slave that Alexander bought. The third one was Renee. The fourth and fifth were actually related by blood. Yes, the grandmother and the daughter. The sixth was Crishella. The seventh was a real princess named Fiona. The eighth and the last before me was an ordinary girl named Anastasia. “Hey, look at that,” I said, wanting to put a lighter vibe to the conversation, “Finally another ordinary girl than me.”

the princess asked me. My face lifted. I was surrounded by echelons while the princess was in front of me. I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying again, but I can't help but think of the prince when I see the princess. I can't help but remember everything we went through. Now, all that is just a memory and will be forgotten. Zavan has already forgotten; I'm the only one who doesn't forget.

“Zephaniah’s the princess of the Forbidden City.” “Where is she now?” “Well, she died long before him.” With a gasp, she blinked at her, finding words to express what she felt, but Ms. Halcht beat her to it. “Yup, sad, isn’t it? Everyone’s proud to have her as a princess, though. You see, to save the world she fought her father and abandoned her life to chase his plans away from Pasithea.” An unknown shiver ran down her spine. “And what happened to the father?”

They got Ace and Tommy to agree to allow us to finish school as long as they got to claim us. In this world, a man could claim you but it was up to you to agree to it or not. If you did, then you became his property, if you didn't, he had to leave you alone. Things were different for Margo and I since we were the princesses of the club. If we denied Ace and Tommy, there would be no end to the the line of men trying behind them. It wasn't because we were that beautiful or wonderful. No, actually it was all because my father was the MC President and hers was the Vice President. Everyone wanted that power. We would only be allowed to deny so many for so long before our families would force us t

She ignored his unwarranted confusion and thought about the Welkin Realm, and the war wherein Earthlings won against the wrath of the only immortal Welkin King in their history. Princesses of the Lower Realm. Even just hearing the stories of all the quests they have endured and all the enemies they have killed instilled a certain pride in her. They're the type of women she aims to be. Her thoughts were all about what was waiting for her back home and ways of becoming most revered like the Princesses were. Julia Porto had been missing for almost a week. Her parents must be worried sick about her.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Yes, their kingdoms benefited from the union, but within the palace, they were reduced to nothing, stripped of their dignity and pride, and subjected to serving princesses who couldn't hold one man down. The people had never expected the king to seek such a union, but then he had, and they had no way to voice their opinion. Sitting within the darkness of his wing, Prince Rhett watched the moonlight. The third princess of Dravaren didn't come with a welcoming manual. She was rumored to be slutty, arrogant, and had been caught on countless occasions with females... This was the kind of woman the king had handpicked for him. "Let the day come so this nightmare can officially begin," Rhett whisp