Princess Book Series Novels & Stories

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

“Get that shit away from me.” He laughed. “Come on, princess. Just try it.” I turned, glancing toward the foyer. Creed wasn’t there yet. I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to deal with my own anger, disappointment, exhaustion. So I said, “I’ll have one.” And one became two. Two became three. Three became four. Four became five. Six. And then—I couldn't remember anything else. I groaned, dragging a hand down my face,my head aching badly

he crinkles his nose, "Even though she is engaged now anyway." "What," Beatrice gasps, "Why? She just left the chief. Does she not want you?" Jasper cringes, his heart twisting. A grimace contorts his features. "It is not that. She. . ." Evyn steps up, patting his friend on the shoulder, "She is the Princess of Drein." Both Beatrice's and Conrad's eyes widen, shock causing them to open their mouths. "Are you sure," papa wonders. "Yes, she told us herself."

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

she went from being a Princess to a nothing in the matter of a day and being a slave is not for the faint of heart. “Next time I will not be so easy on you,” I said. I looked back over at her and saw she had moved across the room to look at the shelves full of books. “Do you know how to read?” I asked. She’s a Princess, surely she knows how to read. But who knows, her father is quite an idiot, so maybe he never bothered to have her taught anything worthwhile. “Yes, master. I know how to read.” She ignored looking into my eyes as she spoke. Good, she has plenty to read. I took a step closer to her when a flash of the day my family got murdered went through my mind.

I wonder what was that and why me ! such bad nightmare . Once sun threw her strings declaring her time worthy to be in the show, i quickly left my room and went to my mom's , just to threw myself on her fragile body to get her hug that's so healing to my soul ,she made me forget about it with only touching my hair and we carried on our daily adventure in our life , where I have to read a book a day , cook a meal with the maids, clean afterwards for sure , take my lessons in healing and equestrian , you might wonder how can a princess be raised like this specially under her mother's provision who is quietly the rightful queen and initially a former princess.

“I… I don’t understand it myself. But I think that book… it might hold the answers.” Liam shook his head slowly, his expression troubled. “Princess, you are treading a dangerous path. That book… is said to contain knowledge of dark rituals, of ancient evils that can corrupt even the purest of hearts. Stay away from it. For your own sake, for the sake of Equedore, let those shadows remain undisturbed.” His voice was a plea, a desperate warning. “Even the desire to seek such knowledge can be a dangerous invitation.”

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

They were excited to see the incredible scenery above their Kingdom directly. The Princess they had always considered useless. The Princess was a troublemaker and often humiliated the Kingdom. Now, no one else said such a thing. After what they saw, the lousy image Queenie had built for twenty years was gone. Bright River’s people only glanced at the Princess with admired glances. They adored Princess Queenie as an excellent future ruler. She was brave, and she was a dragon controller. After several decades, the Bright River Kingdom finally returned the Dragons to their side.

I tell her, pulling her bust away from her for a moment. Jennifer begins to tell. "Well. My father is an English entrepreneur. My mother is Arab. I have lived in London all my life, I went to the best private colleges there. My mother is of noble origin. In the family we have noble titles, and I have inherited the title of princess. " "Thing?" I ask amazed. "I don't believe it," I reply. "Would you be a princess?" I continue smiling. "Sure they are." Confirms Jennifer. "Why can't you see?" She asks me smiling.