Princess Aries Novels & Stories

He continued, "In recent weeks, our surveillance has detected some peculiar movements and communications among the humans, orchestrated by Prince Arie, the one who was betrothed to Serafina." My brows furrowed immediately. What in tarnations? Serafina was betrothed? So she had been with someone before she was brought here? Well, at least he hadn't touched her. I was the first to do that, but the prospects that he had called her his before I did was infuriating. However, I had to keep my cool in front of the council members. He cleared his throat before proceeding. "It appears that Prince Aries is attempting to gather support among the human kingdoms for a coordinated effort to free the princ

Her dress, a deep emerald green, hugged her figure perfectly. “Prince Herold,” Aries said smoothly, extending a hand. “It’s an honor to see you here tonight. We almost thought you won't make it. Thank you for coming.” The prince smiled graciously, shaking Aries’ hand. “I gave you my word. I had to keep it. Your new estate is magnificent.” I was barely listening. My attention was on her. Rochelle. She stood there beside the prince, her hand resting lightly on his arm. And yet, when I looked into her eyes, I saw a flicker of something—recognition? Fear?

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

Aria leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. She studied Ella for a moment, her gaze unusually sharp. “You look… different, though.” Ella’s heart gave a little lurch. She tried to keep her expression neutral. “Different? How so?” Aria shrugged, stirring her espresso with a tiny spoon. “I don’t know. More radiant, maybe? Like you’ve been on a really good vacation, not just a trip.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you meet someone?” Ella forced a laugh, a littl e too loud, a little too quick. “No! No, nothing like that. Just Paris. It’s magical, you know? It just makes you feel good.”

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Standing beside her were her fierce ladies, wearing those veils as their princess. Prince Jion halted and climbed down his stallion as the two lords did likewise. They slightly bowed down to the princess and looked at the ladies beside her. The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment?

My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Okay," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words. "I think I missed a memo. Several memos, actually. What. Just. Happened?" Gayle gave me a sheepish smile. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag. That's right, Gabe. I'm a princess." She said it so casually, like she was admitting she forgot to pick up milk at the grocery store. "Princess Aria Gayle Kriszle Windsor-Valois, to be exact."

She greeted and bowed. “How has life been sleeping with my betrothed?” She asked and Ashley played with her fingers in fear, she knew she couldn't talk back or try to defend herself, she will just end up being hurt. Apart from the Princess being a member of the royal family, she is also a werewolf, there is no way she can handle that. “I... I... “ “Can't you talk?” “I... I don't know what to say, Princess Ariadne.” “You better don't. It's fine anyway, it's obvious Hayden doesn't want me so, to hell with you two.” She scoffed and an idea popped into Ashley’s head, she still hasn't found Evelyn’s killer yet.