Princess Alena Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mikhail and his little princess, Alina Marie-Rose. And me, his queen, the woman who made it all possible. His Elle.

Kylie replied gently. "You seem to have forgotten that Mr. Wilson is a big businessman. Of course he's very busy." Anna patted Jason's shoulder. Jason smiled and nodded his head. At that moment, most of the guests' attention was drawn to someone's arrival. Their eyes were drawn to the entrance of the ballroom, where Alena walked gracefully in a peach-colored dress. The dress was sleeveless and reached to her ankles. There was a slit down the right side that showed off Alena's long legs.

said queen Lourine Chatrine. "No, Queen. I sincerely help you. I love you. You are like a mother to me," replied princess Alleta Wolfrentie. Queen Lourine Chatrine smiled at Princess Alleta Wolfrentie's words. She embraced the princess. After that, the two continued their journey back to the Western Mountains Kingdom. In the royal palace of the Western Mountains, Prince Xander Reenan sat pensively by the pond. Dante and George, who have just returned to find Princess Alleta, try to cheer up Prince Xander. Prince Xander didn't speak at all. He bent down and massaged his forehead. "Prince, I believe that Princess Alleta will return. Be patient and don't be sad. Princess Alleta cannot possibly

Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities." Aynyra was wearing some of Rhae's noble clothes, dressed in a floor-length lilac silk dress with flowers embroidered into the bust. Rhae glanced at her in thought as they exited the house and walked through the noble streets. Nobles who passed recognised the Princess and bowed, casting no suspicion to the Amiran guild member walking beside her. However, some waved down guards and pointed her out in the crowd. Rhae recognised the streets were filled with guards, out looking for the declared missingPrincesss. Rhae sped up

“Get out of my face, you idiot! Maybe it would be better if you were dead too, just like Alana!” And then she marched away leaving the poor girl limping and still following her. I released the breath that I am holding and continued walking the hallway the opposite way. Alana must have been the mate of the alpha prince, the one that he’s trying to forget. “I have to know all about her,” I muttered to myself and looked for a place to know about her. Fixing the veil over my head, I entered the huge library in the palace and began looking for books about her but no matter where I look, the records and the books say nothing about her. They always list the alpha prince as mate-less.

Chris asks while he releases her hands. "Who is Raphael?" Ana asks referring to the girls. "Raphael isn't home," Alexandra says almost immediately, Karis glances at her. "But I called, he said he's home. I called him a few minutes ago!" Chris argues. "And I just told you he isn't in!" Alexandra retorts sounding rude. "Please, ignore her childish approach, someone will go check if he is in!" Ana says almost immediately. Not missing an eye roll from Alexandra. "I will be waiting!" Krys responds. Meanwhile, Ana turns to Karis direction. She is about to say something. But is beat to it.

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

There were so many people at the party, way more than there were popular Alpha kids in my high school. “This is Daisy Wilson, Alex’s daughter," William announced to a guy and a girl our age. “Daisy, this is Noah and Teena.” “I thought her name was Alberta?” Teena asked. She was short with bright red hair and looked adorable in a yellow bikini. “She has been known as Daisy all her life until now and prefers it,” William said and looked at me. “Right?” “Uh-huh,” I said. William truly understood me. “Yeah, I guess it would be hard to get used to being called a different name,” Teena said to William. She barely glanced at me.

"I'M NOT SERENA!" Dr. Helena tried to calm her. "Mrs. Serena, please calm down—" "DON'T CALL ME SERENA!" Alena rose from the chair, backing away from the mirror as if frightened. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm Alena... I'm Alena Kensington... I'm not... I don't..." But those words felt hollow. Because the face in the mirror didn't lie. Alena Kensington was gone. Only Serena Blackwood remained.

I would wear it, but it seems to symbolize the good times we have together, and those are times I don't want to remember right now. "Mistress," a small, soft voice whispers from the hallway. My head snaps up as I see an unfamiliar Phœnae peering into my room. Her ebony hair is long and wavy, surrounding a heart-shaped face. With large brown eyes and ruby red lips, she looks very young. "Who are you?" I ask curtly. "Danae, Mistress," she replies respectfully, "may I enter?" I look at her beautiful features warily. She looks nothing like the grandmother I saw last night.