Novel The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

"I will join you soon. And I will beg for your forgiveness." His voice grew softer, the light in his eyes slowly fading. My soul stood beside him, watching this broken man. The anger and hatred were all gone. All that was left was a deep ache. An ache for my brother, who had also been destroyed by hate. I forgive you, Theron. I forgive you for everything. My soul began to glow, then slowly dissipated. One month later. Dawn. Elias rushed to the highest tower of the castle. He found Theron.

I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?” She tapped a thoughtful finger to her lips. “If I saw a real elf, I certainly wouldn’t still be here! I’d be on the back of his horse,” she giggled. Cassius just nodded, his expression placid. “We get mysterious types often enough,” she continued with a vague wave. “But… oh! There are rumors.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They say Princess Thalia has fallen from the King’s grace. Some terrible mistake.”

He then headed to bed for the night hoping Iris will find something helpful. Several hours go by, Iris is still deciphering the books. She’s on the last one. They all had said the same thing. The same terrible price . The same danger it posed. “Please just let me find something else” she says as Quinn walks in. He grabs a glass of water out of the fridge. “Anything?” He asks, walking over to her, handing her the water. She shakes her head no. “I’m on the last few pages and they all say the same thing” she sighs, losing hope.

The partiality of the audition was gone as everyone tried to praise her as to curry favor to the daughter of the president of Lou Group. Winnie Lou started her act. She chose the part where the female lead found out that her emperor husband betrayed her for a mistress. She found out that he was just using her to get the power. Now that he's already at the throne, he wanted her gone so that his mistress, his old lover, would be the empress.

said to her after plastering a fake smile after all the consequences obtained in the castle. The princess get inside her room and picked the book that she had stole from her father’s study table. There are listed names of royal family that ruled the other towns and making a secret way of pursuing abundancy of their royalty. The nightfall ritual. She tried reading a few phrases of ritual that was written in an odd letters. The book suddenly flipped to next page after a key words was mentioned by the princess. The page contains the feature of skull that are kept inside the cube. Surrounding it was red blood that are obviously made to stab the cheeks and widely opening it to get an access for t

I cross my arms, slowly shaking my head like that'll shield me from how absurd it all sounds. There's no way in hell that's true, because if it were, Kruska wouldn't have been able to steal him away so easily and he wouldn't have been able to do all those vile, malicious things he did to me. That's right. I can't afford to forget. Every bruise, every beating, every scream of pain, every horrible birth and the nights I starved just because of a mistake that took out the evil.

Isabella asks, clutching her bag tighter. “He went out. I'll inform him of your return.” I should probably leave. A month ago,I would have felt like I belonged here. Strange how I grew up in riches, but standing in the luxury mansion makes me feel so out of place. The past weeks in Mexico are enough to make me forget what wealth feels like. Everything feels strange. The air feels heavy, almost suffocating. The diamond chandeliers sparkle like blinding lights. Too bright. I turn to her level and crouch before Isabella. “I will take my leave now princessa. Don't wander off next time, the streets are not safe.”

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

For a brief moment, I could not breath. I struggled so much to let air flow into my nose. My heart ached so badly and all I could was press the paper to my chest as my eyes filled up with water and my chest began heaving. None of this made sense to me. Why did he had to be such a nice guy. I had already seen him as the devil, why did it have to be confirmed now that he was a prince. None of it made any sort of sense to me, especially when all I wanted to do was just to sit back and kick him out of my life.

Hi! Its me Dchenemi but you already know that lol. I want to thank you for sticking with this book this far and answer a few questions. Firstly O would like to apologize for the lack of updates, I have ongoing exams and I'm unable to focus on writing while the pressure of getting good grades are breathing down on my neck ahah. Secondly, this arc of the book will be over and after that there'll be one last arc to round up everything and then The Forgotten Marriage will be done and Roman and Amelia's story will give way to other books in the Volkov's Series.