Jedi Princesses Novels & Stories

Unknowingly to her, her gaze sent chills down Brooke's spine; even Adrien's mum, who was looking at her, felt some chills. “Brooke dear, can you stop all these tantrums? I know you are sad your brother did not marry your friend, but you cannot falsely accuse your sister-in-law of such terrible stuff,” Adrien’s grandmother said, but Brooke still shook her head defiantly. “Jenna, tell them the truth,” she shouted to Jenna again, but Jenna just nonchalantly held her purse, looking like she was watching a show. She has been the princess of the hidden valley for way too long; there was no way she would fold under Brooke's nonexistent pressure.

Katie felt so worn out that she forgot she was on her way to the shower. Barbara stood there with her arms folded. " Expecting someone else are we?" She said with enough hate to melt paint. "Listen pet I don't think I made myself clear. Everyone here knows Sami is mine and they have the sense to stay out my way. You stand no chance of getting an apprenticeship here. Let alone someone like Sami. Let me spell it out. You are a cominer. The rest of us are descended from Royalty. Lords, Ladies and even a Princess...MY Princess." With that she walked off, satisfied that this time she had been heard.

She was no longer a Princess, and it would have done her well if all of them remembered that. "All hail, Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of the House of Zauarn," Jamim bowed, "and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth. I trust you are in good health, and spirits?" "Gods, Jamim. Surely you don't talk like this with your human neighbors?" Aelanor rolled her eyes, "They would not have an ounce of doubt as to your insanity, or indict you as a foreign spy. "I have my orders from the Queen that I would not let the men know of my truth, so if it pleases my Princess, I'm mad as hops to meet ya!" Jamim boomed.

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

I stayed behind the wall, a few meters away, but close enough to see everything. The hooded figure removed their hood, and it was the princess. I wonder what she was doing here at this hour. Another figure came out of the shadows, a few moments later. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ *ADELIA** "Amari!" I shout- whispered. Amari came out from behind the bushes. "Where have you been? I was so worried when you didn't get back to me. I thought something happened to you." I held his face in my hands.

he declared, “our beloved king will choose the woman who shall sit beside him, guide his son, and rule our great kingdom. Let each present herself with grace, and let the gods bear witness to his choice.” One by one, the maidens came forward. Princess Liora of Nareth — tall and regal, dressed in gold and desert gems — bowed gracefully. “May my beauty reflect the sun that guides you, my king.” Lady Evelin of Vestra followed — pale as snow, her silver hair flowing like frost. “I offer not beauty but wisdom, my lord. My mother was a priestess; I will counsel you with truth.” Then came dozens more — Lady Mara, the blacksmith’s daughter whose inventions had saved soldiers in war; the twin daughte

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last: