I Transmigrated As A Prison Guard And Suppressed The Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

the guard snarled cruelly as he gave her a push on the back of the shoulder “You’ve posted bail. An Alpha is here to take you home.” A wave of what should have been relief waved through her, but the fear of facing her traitorous family overtook her body. She did not wish to see the family who had turned her from a princess into a criminal. Still reeling, Iris changes into the clothes and jacket she checked into the prison with. She no longer fills out the bra. She pulls on the t-shirt and cinches the now-baggy sweatpants as tightly as she can. The sun seemed brighter outside the labor camp; it blinded her eyes before they landed on the man waiting at the gate. He had grown into the powerful

"Yes, Alpha!" The guards dragged me away toward the edge of the camp. The crowd's mocking laughter faded behind me. "A princess! Haha!" "If you're going to dream, at least make it believable!" "Pathetic, crazy woman!" A guard threw me into the prison cart, and the cold iron bars slammed shut. The laughter was cut off. The world was finally quiet. But they didn't know. This quiet was the calm before the storm. I struggled to lift my burned hands and felt for the hidden seam inside my collar.

He snatched a sword from a guard's waist and lunged at Abigail in a frenzy. Yet he was only a frail man, his movements frantic and clumsy. Before he could even get close to Abigail, the guard beside him spun around and overpowered him. Abigail looked at his disheveled, crazed state and spoke unhurriedly. "How dare you attempt to assassinate the Princess! Take him to the punishment chamber and punish him severely." The guard dragged Joel out roughly, the coarse iron chains scraping his wrists raw. Joel screamed repeatedly, "Abigail, you can't do this to me! None of this is real! The whole transmigration thing is bullshit, and so is this palace! Let me go! I don't want to stay here!"

One grabbed my waist, and the other grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back. "Let me go!" I thrashed, kicking wildly. "She planned this! She knew! Willow, you traitor! I’ll kill you!" "Handle her!" Crypian roared, his face contorting in fury. "How dare you attempt to lay a hand on your future Princess?" “My future princess? I am the future princess!” I screamed. The guards slammed me down to the floor and my chin hit it harshly, and I tasted blood as my teeth cut into my lip. One guard pressed a heavy boot into the small of my back, pinning me down.

The nearest guard froze. “Prince—” “She’s not the princess anymore, you dolt,” the one next to him grunted. He moved toward me, reaching for his sword. “Don’t move.” “Wasn’t planning on it.” I raised my hands in surrender. “I would like an audience with Princess Bianca.” The guards looked at each other, murmuring quietly amongst themselves. I saw the first one’s eyes glow yellow for a moment as a mindlink opened. Within two minutes the gate was open and there were six guards around me rather than two.

“Besides, after your last escape attempt, I renegotiated your original contract from pet to slave as promised.” Straightening up, Director Crane turns her attention to the guards. “I must greet the Alpha Prince, so I leave her in your capable hands. But do keep on eye on her.” She narrows a glare at me. “She’s a runner.” Once the director is gone, I struggle against the ropes, but after two days without any food at all, I’m too weak to break free from the guards’ hold. The most I do is delay us a bit.

Because deep down, he still loved me. Perhaps not me, but what I was through her. And that is far worse. I lie down. The metal is cold. I feel my heartbeat pounding in my temples, in my wrists. I am alive. And that is my punishment. He escaped me, yes. But only for a time. A guard enters without knocking. She places a tray on the table. — They call you the fallen princess here, she says with a mocking smile. The girls are waiting for you in the yard tomorrow.

All he cares about is his selfish interests. Zina called the guards, and they opened the gate, and we stepped out. She asked us to follow her, but something was bothering me; the way the guards respected everything she said without any question, I guessed something wasn't right. When we got to the next prison gate, she stopped. Gradually, the door started opening without anyone touching it, and that was when I knew that the guards were on a spell. "She cast a spell on them," Pete whispered to my ear, but I couldn't say anything because I was focused on knowing what was inside the prison. Maybe she wanted to transfer us to another prison that would make it easier for us to escape. I couldn't

I looked at Alpha Alex, his back turned to me. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, "Please... Alex, don't do this." I didn't even realize I had called him by his name in front of others. I saw Princess Lily pass by and look at me with a scornful expression. "You deserve this," she remarked. I turned to her, but I couldn't see her clearly as the guards forcefully escorted me to the prison, treating me like an object. I was back where I started, just like in the Ravkian kingdom. This place is a little better than Alpha Astor's prison, at least. I couldn't struggle against the guards anymore. They pushed me into the prison cell and locked the door behind me.

The Guard he Squired to had whisked him away by my command when signs of my Rebellion began as promised. Suddenly the door to my Study bursts open and my personal Elite Guard Ronan barges in, a look of panic on his face. This isn’t good. "Lord Trilavantas, Princess Allisara and her Maid are missing!" He gasps for breath, his panic evident. Anger courses through my as I turn to face the window again, my fingers clenched into fists. "She was supposed to be in her room!” The plan was fool proof. My men would sneak into the Palace with many disguised as Guards. So how did they loose a little brat and her Maid.