Hell's Princess Novels & Stories

*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.

He has no place here right now. “Have you marked me?” Her hand goes to where her neck meets her shoulder. Her voice matches that of a child though, she doesn’t sound like herself at all. That strong confident princess? That’s not the women before me now. I’m not sure if she’s scared, or just broken. “No darling, you were asleep.”

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

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.”

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

According to Darius, rogues had taken it away. Three stories, and one missing Princess. I had a problem with Alpha Geoff's story. An unidentified dead infant found just outside his pack, with an expensive necklace, should have created records, witnesses, a burial or some other trail. Yet Alpha Geoff, Luna Mirella and Darius could not even agree about what happened to the body.

But it was destined to happen only when I become the ruler to both the paranormal city and hell. Right now, there's a shining silver tiara on my head. I'm the princess of Slateville. I should be wearing a full blue gown. But the gown comes in a blue colour till my knees and the remaining are in orange colour. It represents that I belong to Slateville and hell. If I could learn how to be a Queen of hell, there would be any problem in justice. Justice will be served rightly.

It’s so hard for them to watch her like that, Hell was crying and trying to make her sister leave not because of the rain but because it will be bad for her. “Peace, please let’s go. We can comeback---” “No!” She shouted and got closer to the mountain of muds we’re her husband's casket was buried. “Peace, Peace stop!” Hell said as Peace tried to dig it with her hands under the rain. “Leave me! Leave!” Peace said. “Chaos…please War needs you, please…” Said and Hell hugged her to try to stop her. “Please, princess don’t do this...” Hell said to her sister.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.