Novel & Cerita Novel The Forgotten Princess

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Alta asked, she is not crying anymore. I went to her “Can I tell you something?” I said, she nodded. “I have done something wrong, I don't know if she can forgive me. I left my princess but I regret it, I miss her every day but because it hurts. I have no choice but to accept it. She is my life so it truly hurts me so much when I left her. Do you think she can forgive me?” “That is also what happened to me. My brother said I am his princess but he still leaves me. I hope my brother is also like you.” She said

EVE'S POV:- "Let me tell you the story of two. A Prince who was beautiful, and a Princess who was stunning too. The prince was in Egypt while the princess was caged in mountains unknown. One night, the prince had a dream, a beautiful fairy princess singing a song. He fell for her the very moment and started his journey to find the beauty he was in love with. Year after year, he got nothing but sand. Then he was given a cap that guided him towards a land. Sitting with the fire every night, he prayed and recited some verses to get what he desired. One after another, thirteen nights goes by, everything he saw but the princess who was shy. The fourteenth night came with a hope, and then she came

She was trying to write what hope looked like from the outside when you had the mathematics and still chose to say yes — that she had read every historical account and not one of those kings had been given what Caelan had not yet been given, and she intended to change that particular historical pattern. Third draft was right. She read it back once. Set down her pen. Ready? she said. Yes, her wolf said. So are you. * * * Dinner was ordinary. She ate. She was aware, with the peripheral attention that had become natural, of Caelan at the far end of the table — reading his correspondence at the angle that caught the candlelight, which she had memorised without deciding to. Riven looked at her on

An elderly minister whispered with trembling lips, "It... it cannot be..." Another noble shook his head. "Impossible..." "She died twenty years ago..." The emperor stared at Kyra as countless memories flooded his mind. Cherry blossoms drifting through the palace gardens. A promise that had never been fulfilled. He clenched his fists. "So history has chosen to repeat itself..." The words escaped his lips almost unconsciously. Only then did he whisper the name that haunted every member of the older generation. "...Princess Kiara Hyperion." The entire hall froze. The legendary princess whose death had forever changed the Empire.

Elly's breath caught as Levara looked directly into her eyes and she finally said the words that had been waiting inside her soul. "I WAS MURDERED." The darkness around them suddenly seemed to shake and Elly could do nothing but stare at her Princess. "So...please live my life, I am not asking you to correct the mess I digged, just...take the right decisons, that will be enough." Elly could not believe, the Princess she had mourned, the Princess she had cursed God to return and the Princess whose life she had now inherited was MURDERED? But who? Who killed Princess levara? And why?

Alex whispered to Xerxes, “She’s okay. This princess seems to treat you real well and covers up for you well. She looks fairly decent in the wedding dress. It will be the same once you close your eyes, so you shouldn’t be conflicted and just become carefree Prince Consort here.” Xerxes gritted his teeth. “Get lost, motherf*cker!” The Grand Preceptor said, “Your Highness, they have dug up the Pool of Forgotten Love.” The princess snorted. “If they have dug it up, so be it. What’s so strange about that... hmm? What did you just say? What has been dug up?” “The Pool of Forgotten Love.”

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by

The girl frowned as she spoke. "Butterfly, the people of the South are a beaten people. They have been so mistreated by your uncle that they are afraid to speak. That's why they only bowed. This will pass when they realize that you are a fair and kind ruler. I expect you to have a report to me by no later than tomorrow morning." The girl nodded and turned to leave when her father stopped her. "The Western Clutch has awakened and the prince has found his mate. There will be a marriage and many alliances will come from this joining. We must go and attend. His father, the king, was a good friend. His mother, the queen, was an honorable woman. I am looking forward to meeting the young woman that

Her knuckles were white where she gripped her fork. "I’m observing," I corrected, letting the front legs of my chair slam back onto the floor with a loud thud. "There’s a difference." "And what do you observe?" " That you're terrified," I said simply. "But you're eating anyway. That’s good. Most spoiled princesses would be weeping into the mashed potatoes by now." She paused, her jaw tightening. "I’m not a princess anymore. I’m an exile." "Welcome to the club. We don't have jackets, but the whiskey is top shelf."