Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

I am happy but the guilt of hurting this beautiful Innocent angel is eating me day by day. "I promise baby I will do anything JD everything to keep you and mama happy and safe. Dada also promise to get forgiveness from mama even if it takes infinity." Promising this to my princess I kissed her and my woman on there head. At that moment a part of me also thanked god for sending these precious women to me. ******* Hlw beautiful people!! Hope y'all like the chapter. So yeah finally baby is here. Do share your thoughts and do review In His Hell on GoodNovel with your comments and stars.

*ADRIAN** I let go of the fool I was holding and he fell to the floor in pain. I wonder how much strength the Princess put into punching this guy. Well, it's not like I'd want to find out. I turned around to follow the princess back when Arnold said, "You know she's just using you right? I don't know what she promised you, but she's not going to give it to you. Don't trust her." He slowly stood up, holding his stomach. I watched him walk away and disappear into the shadows.

I half expected a red-hot lava flowing like a stream in between dreadful demons with horns, thick blood dripping from their long sharp teeth, hands that are fresh from eating some kind of flesh are opened outstretched for my grand entrance. Of course, I did not think that I would still be a princess if I die and go to hell. The truth, I did not really believe that I would be going either in heaven filled with angelic hymn nor hell of seemingly endless abyss possessing a never ending fire where I am soon be tormented. Because after all, I am not the type to believe in such whatsoever I haven't seen.

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.

The kind that stars gorgeous lead actresses on a summer holiday. "I know I've been here before but…" Yvette remarks. "Wow." "I feel the same way, Yvette," I agree. "Except I haven't been here before." Selena is rounding a bend, and I see a charming yellow building first, with manicured front lawns and hedges trimmed so flat they look like leafy tables. Two palm trees flank the front steps that lead up to the entrance. "Oh my god, is that the villa?" "No cupcake," Selena replies. "That is the Palm Paradise Resort."

(- - -) indicates a flashback ~Nyxie~ I wandered the castle of Hell, adjusting to my new life. Who would have imagined that a half angel would end up being Princess of Hell? It seemed as though just yesterday I was an angel in Astrania's army. 'From serving the Goddess of Heaven to being Princess of Hell. I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused.

I bent my knees, lowering my head once again. “Prince of Hell!” I heard the little princess scream just when I turned to leave, barely even taking a step. My eyes widened. There was only one person who was known by that name. Slowly and dreadfully, I turned to face her equally shocked parents. “They went to find the prince of hell.” Rastok Nayla

On a bright and sunny afternoon in Hollywood's largest R18 film studio, a sense of anticipation hung in the air as Asmodeus, affectionately known as Asmo, the prince of lust and King of hell, strolled through the bustling corridors with his employee, the innocent young lady named Maria Ave, by his side. Unbeknownst to Maria, Asmo harbored ulterior motives for bringing her to one of his many businesses.

She sneezed. Her eyes still closed, she followed the smells until the ground beneath her felt different. It crunched like wet sand and she felt herself sink into it. “Open your eyes, Ilyria,” said the Princess, her voice the velvet and husky tones of a young woman. Sure enough, when Ilyria opened her eyes, the Princess stood before her, smiling. There was no trace of the ill old woman Ilyria had seen lying prone in her chambers. Or the corpse-like Princess laid out on the cold slab in Izben. Now the Princess wore yellow cloud silks that wove around her lithe body. Her black as obsidian hair her hung down her back, her skin smooth and golden. Her eyes were still milky with the opalescence of