Princess Amber Feet Slave Novels & Stories

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

His blood-covered body goes stiff, and he starts to scream—Ethan bolts from the cocky man's grasp and leaps into Jason's waiting arms. Men and women begin to drop from the trees while screaming in pain. I glance at Amelia, and my head drops in a bow. She is in full-blown Goddess mode, and I do not want her wrath directed at me in any way. I keep my eyes wide as I try to watch my surroundings while showing my Queen respect. She steps past her mates and crying son. She lifts her arms in the air, and thunder claps around us.

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

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

Cassandra POV “What's so special in her?” His voice was rough, dominating, and powerful. It made me feel weak in my knees instantly. “Your Grace, she is the Princess of the Reges Empire,” The slave master said. “Was,” He corrected him, looking offended. “Yes Your Grace, but she is denying to accept slavery,” He stood up suddenly and walked a little closer to me. My heartbeats raced insanely as he stood closer to me. He was so much taller than me that I could hardly reach up to his shoulder. I tilted my head backward to meet my eyes with him. Slowly his fingers touched the strands of my hair tucking them behind my ear.

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

“Exquisite. I’ll savour the rest of you soon enough.” The other demons stood still, awaiting his order. Their leader was clearly enjoying the game. Blood poured from Amber’s shoulder, dizziness clouding her vision. Her knees buckled, and she fell, struggling to rise. The demon pressed his sword to her throat. “Now… strip,” he growled, laughing. Bile rose in her throat, but Amber lifted her chin. She was the werecat Princess, the Beta female of the Royal Pack. She would rather die than let him touch her. Fingers tightening around her dagger, she braced to strike the moment he leaned in.

Samantha said, thinking about other things. Then she remembers something and asks "Then what about them cursing her all the time for hurting them like that!". "That's because no other slave is getting hurt like the slave or the worker that is serving Princess! almost all the peoples that you see there are princess' slaves, they were just blaming it on her because their little mistake made them go through that pain, while if they did it with other people, it could not even be considered, It is not like Princess could do anything because she never hurt a fly, but it's just the peoples around her tend to notice everything about her, around her. they even know about her favorite food, so when a

Rebbecca turned to Fabian and asked, "Who is she?" Fabian opened his mouth to speak as he stood up from his seat but Amanda beat him to it, "I am Princess Amanda. The only daughter of King Eze of Ine kingdom. Now tell me, What are you doing here with my man?" "Your man?" "Yeah, you heard me clearly or have you suddenly gone deaf." "Well..." Rebbecca drawled, "Your man has been sitting here alone for almost an hour now. I just wanted to keep him company." "Well.." Amanda walked closer to Rebbecca and said, "As you can see, my man doesn't want to be in company with a cheap whore like you so leave."

There was a servant quarter but unbeknownst to her, servants here at Amire slept beneath their master's feet and only retreated to their quarters at the command of those masters. The voices from the receiving room wafted to the passage. Voices spoke loudly in the Amire language, there was laugher and talk and occasionally the clink of metal would interrupt the raucous celebration. She wondered briefly if the Saade was boasting about his latest acquisition; buying the princess of Camelorn as a slave. In her knowledge, such an act was so insulting that the consequence of such actions was death in the most brutal way possible. It saddened her deeply to know that she wasn't even worth much to he