Missing Princess Novels & Stories

Evander The moon is still high in the sky when the first blacked out SUV pulls out of the driveway moving toward the security gate. Princess Misty is inside the vehicle with her suitcases. I didn’t watch the heated exchange she had with her parents. I could hear it, though. The Princess of Crescent Falls is not happy she’s being sent away for the summer.

They fell into place. “She is a princess.” “Who?” “The witch. She is the middle daughter of the King of the kingdom helping us.” “What!? How do you know that?” “She disappeared years ago. In the history book it mentions how they searched but she wasn’t’ found and that was that. It was right in front of me all this time.” “What do you mean?” “What kind of parents don’t keep searching and searching for their kid? What kind of parents stop after a few weeks and just say, it is what it is?”

"Celestria has fallen, so how could it have a princess? The reason I want to find her is because no one should touch anything and anyone under my wing without my consent,” Adrian said coldly. Kevin suddenly realized his mistake and shook his head. "My apologies. Indeed, Celestria has fallen, so there couldn't possibly be a princess, but there's another issue. It won't be easy for you to find her, Mr. Adrian. After all, their organization is very secretive, and those targeted by them are difficult to locate."

There was no doubting it now it was more than obvious that yuyu roman was most definitely hiding something, why else would she not have a birth certificate? Even orphans have one. Oh poor creed, if only you could see the woman you held so high You would be so disappointed Luckily you have me, and whatever spell she has under would vanish along side her fake ass.

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

Terrible, they are very happy and wish the princess to complete this alliance by being able to get pregnant from this mysterious prince for them. After the trumpet was sounded, the prince stood upright, signaling the end of the race to finally free the princess from his iron grip. Did he really catch her? Did he really catch her? Was he cheating? No, if he was cheating, everyone would have noticed it, so how then? How did he suddenly appear in front of her out of nowhere? Who is this person? What is an ordinary person? Sure, no. So what is this thing here?

SOMA Jade pauses, eyes darting between the princess and me. She nods, giving me one last worried look before leaving the bathroom. My attention shifts to the figure by the door, and I sink lower to keep my breasts hidden. The bath remains warm, but the air grows colder. Sienna Rybak, princess of Shadowspire pack. It’s hard to miss the striking resemblance between her and the three princes. But with her bouncy red hair, she looks more like Kade.

“And how do we know you won’t change your mind?” The distrust sliced deeper than I expected. I forced my voice calm. “In two weeks, I’ll be gone. Out of the country. You’ll never see me again.” There was a pause. Then, quiet satisfaction on the other end. “Good girl.” I hung up, my chest burning. I once was the family’s little princess. Until they brought Elena home. Elena.——The daughter who had been stolen as a child, only to be found years later. Broken. Fragile. Perfect for their guilt to cling to.

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.

The Cook looked up when he entered, ‘Ah c'è la mia piccola principessa, è la tua mamma povera piccola, è molto tardi per te per fare colazione.’ [Ah there is my little Princess, is your Mama poorly little one, it is very late for you to be eating your breakfast] Carlos felt his heart beating faster, ‘Qualcuno ha visto Maria stamattina, Cook?’ [Has anyone seen Maria this morning Cook?] The motherly older woman looked up from settling Alcina in her chair and placing her breakfast in front of her,