Princesa Valiente Novels & Stories

I couldn’t take it, my heart was starting to break. “I can’t feel it. I can’t feel that bond.” Her eyes were filled with shame. She tried to get out of my arms, but I wouldn’t let her. “Please, reject me. I can’t feel you, and you deserve another. My full name is Princess Elentari Tirisil.”

Nimuel gaped at him, "Haz'th, is the Princess... dangerous?" Haz'th chuckled. "Only the reflection, Lady Nimuel. Princess Saayan is as just a ruler as they come, but she does not have a very friendly personality. She is seriously misunderstood, but her subjects revere her." They crossed a small wooden bridge near the edge of the forest, to a small alcove. This place looked like a small and simple village- a few wooden huts and a few cattle roaming around. To Aelanor, it looked as mundane as a rustic mortal village hamlet.

The next day, Ariana went back to the palace with her horse carriage. However, unlike yesterday when she went with James, this time Ariana only brought Valencia to accompany her to Prince Raoul's castle. This time, Valencia had to return to her maid outfit because the fact that Valencia was secretly trained as a knight was still a secret of the Alison family. The girl followed Ariana obediently behind her. The two didn't say much until Ariana suddenly stopped before they reached the forest surrounding the palace.

"Lady Audree, listen to what i am about to say to you. These are the important figures you need to know in the grand castle." May looked at her as she listened to her attentively like a student listening to her teacher. "The first important figure is the King, i am sure you must have met him at the grand castle then I'll move to the Queen. Queen Valeria is the mother of the crown prince, the fourth prince and the sixth prince. The King has two royal concubines, the first royal concubine Elora is the mother of the second prince, the princess whom you've met already and the fifth prince. The second royal concubine Jocelyn is the mother of the seventh prince. You might not really meet these peo

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

A cold, venomous voice sliced through the air: “How dare you ask her anything?” A figure stepped forward — a princess. You could tell by her posture, her glittering blue - and - gold gown, the arrogant tilt of her chin. Her eyes pinned Valentina like daggers. “You’re getting too close to this one. I see it. You speak to her. You care, don’t you?” “No, my princess,” Valentina said, bowing her head. The princess turned to me. I hadn’t realized I’d whispered aloud: “My… princess?”

At her waist rested twin plasma broadswords, their scabbards glowing with a faint, pulse-like warmth that answered the beat of her solar core. Between them, standing proudly at the ship's brass railing, was Prince Valen. The six-year-old boy wore tailored black-and-gold leather armor that mirrored his father’s, complete with a tiny silver crest of the wolf and phoenix over his heart. His swirling starlight eyes danced with excitement as he watched schools of glowing, mana-infused flying fish leap out of the turquoise wake created by the flagship's magical engine.

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.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

I asked and pointed to the woman anchored to the man I had been staring at. "Ow she's Anastasia Valdemore, a vampire. Daughter of Duke Francisco Valdemore of Crimson Valley. She's part of the royal section too. She's dead over heels to Prince Daemon. She keeps on clingging to the prince like a leech and she's also prince daemon's fiancee but the prince doesn't feel the same way coz many rumors are spreading that the prince already found his beloved" Cheska said. I looked at them again, my eyebrows arched when i saw the prince looking at me again. I looked away and continued eating.