Greek Princesses Novels & Stories

“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.”

But now, without the late king's presence, she was likely even more unruly. Her daughter, Jessica, was just as wicked. She frequently abused her maids and servants. Once, she even threw stones at Helen, causing her severe injuries. Helen could not complain because, as an elder, she had to endure the princess' wrath. And after all, she was well aware of the princess' cruel nature. Furthermore, there was a longstanding enmity between Eleanor and Hector. Hector was once a renowned warrior who struck awe across the land. At the age of seventeen, he led eight hundred cavalrymen to defeat ten thousand Huns, capturing worldwide attention.

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

“Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case. Those three princesses are known to be very talented and fond with one another. To have all three of them here. . .” These were the conversation that slipped in from the agitated crowd at the sudden arrivals. From the looks of it, the Acorn Valley was not as small as I prejudged it to be due to the little intro that Cousin Dorothy had given me. In my head, I tried to recount the names of the princesses in my head. “Princess Feng Wu, Chang Fei and Lu Peng,” I muttered under my breaths. After that look, I threw my gaze into another direction. After all, I had no business with them. All I was interested in doing was to get myself acquainted

Nathania heard the noble princesses whispering as she looked at her. Realizing that she was being watched, Nathania immediately turned to the princesses with a gentle smile. Seeing her smile, the girls were hysterical and thought that the Grand Prince was watching them. In fact, the smile that Nathania showed was just an ordinary smile that she gave to everyone she met. "It turned out to be Prince Nathan? kyaaa ... so handsome!" said a blonde princess who blushed with flushed cheeks. Five other princesses were no less hysterical, because they had the opportunity to meet the Great Prince. It was not only noble girls who felt his charm. The royal princesses of Evangelia and Edafos seemed to ha

Aristotle said. “Well, Rick, we brought gifts for your community. We brought goats, chickens, and vegetables for them to divide amongst themselves. Aristotle smiled and thanked them, telling a royal guard to gather people to the courtyard and they would distribute their goods amongst them. “Come, my sister, my brother-in-law, let us go greet the townspeople,” Aristotle said, leading them out to the courtyard. He introduced his sister who is their long-lost princess from twelve years ago and is now Princess of Bellairiah Kingdom with her husband Prince Corithias. Then he told the townsfolk how they had come bearing gifts.

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"

, I said sitting up to look at him, he was laying on the ground just starring at the ceiling. "Its not so easy princess, you need catch her of guard, she is very powerful and Jackson has her guarded, he gets some of his power from her", "That's perfect", I said with a high pitch almost excited, if I get rid of her, he will be weak. "YOU are crazy if you think you stand a chance" "Don't worry about me, worry about your self, and I'm not going to her, she will come to me, I have to take care of a pest before dealing with the witch

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus." He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin. "Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard nudges me, and as I turn to look at him, he gestures with his hands. I mirror the gesture, which I realize is the one Markus made to me as I entered.