Princess Cut My Wrists Novels & Stories

If not the hands then the waist is the target. The captain seemed intent on exhausting the princess and stopping herself. Unfortunately the princess found out about the plan. Before the princess ran out of steam, Eleanor delivered an attack that Irlac would never have expected. She attacked the chest of a handsome man with a straight position. As expected, Irlac parried the tip of Eleanor's blade. But cunningly, the woman drew back her sword. So that Irlac's sword accidentally injures the princess's arm. And with her desperation, the princess deepened the wound inflicted by Irlac's sword. Irlac was surprised the princess did such a reckless thing. And what's worse, her face and eyes look nor

Closing her eyes for a second as she readied her own dagger, the black irises appeared before she attacked from above which made the King and his men caught off guard. Princess Sue slowly stood up when she felt the pain on her legs subsided only to be sprawled again when there were anguish screams of men in a distance. The wind blew so hard and that made her heart beats more. She must get help or who knows what had happened to the tribe princess. Although very scared, she trekked her way out, pushing all the dead branches of trees along her way. Her flesh began to tremble upon beholding the dead bodies around. There were still three more men fighting somebody.

I, Addie Starr, am the second child my parents have after an unexpected pregnancy. My older sister, Amanda Starr, cries because she believes that I will take away our parents' love and money. After she develops depression, she constantly threatens to kill herself. My parents come to hate me for it. They swear to Amanda, "Sweetheart, you're the only princess in our family. Just think of your sister as a maid we brought to you." From then on, all the dirty and exhausting chores in the house become my responsibility. When Amanda becomes emotionally unstable and threatens to cut her wrists, my parents hold out my arm for her. They say, "Sweetheart, if you need to take your anger out on so

A literal prisoner. This is impossible. How could she lose so much weight this much? It was only yesterday that she looked healthy. The princess said, “I want to, but I can’t tell you everything to you. I don’t have time, I’ll get killed, he’s coming. Please leave now.” Having enough of her weak words, Lady Vienna slapped the princess’s face and that made the princess let out some tears.

She had not been wearing a wrap on her head, so she wrung out her braided hair and flung it behind her back. 'Enough stalling,' the princess scolded herself. She took the bow from the servant, who had been holding is patiently. Mairwen lifted the bow and her wrist immediately protested. She pulled back and the pain of the cut felt like her skin was being stretched beyond it's capacity. It was too much and Mairwen released prematurely. The shot flew wildly, but somehow still managed to hit the outermost ring of the target. The crowd gasped knowing that the shot would cost the princess the match. Even the thunder rumbled its disapproval.

"Do you really not love me? You said you love me, right? That we won't be separated? That you won't leave me, right?" The young lady took a long time to answer. She felt sorry for the Crown Prince, but she couldn't show her concern for him. "Love? Do you believe I love you?" She asked, her voice incredulous. "You just fell into my trap." She drew out a knife from its hiding place and raised her hand where the bracelet was. "Vengeance is in my Blood. Death is in my Hand." She spoke and proceeded to cut the bracelet given to her by the Crown Prince, despite how much it pained her.

His wrists were raw, and the other fists had been chopped off and were still dripping with blood, his resolve crumbling under the weight of the stupid things he had done. The evidence against him was hard—he’d dared to strike at the King’s property, and there would be no mercy. Especially since the King came back from the DarkSword Pack. He had been colder and wilder than he had actually been before. “Your Majesty,” the royal physician spoke carefully, the tension in the air making his voice seem louder than it was. “I’ve treated the princess’s wounds. None of her internal organs were harmed, but… another inch deeper, and she wouldn’t have survived.”

"Please...don't...do..do," he punched her hard, causing her lips to tear apart. Blood leaked down the cut. She held her cheek and began crying miserably. "Let me go, please...aaah," he punched her again, sending her to the floor. Her forhead bumped against the edge of the bed and she screamed in pain. The prince grabbed her arm and roughly yanked her up. He tossed her to the bed. Sabrina's vision was blurring due to her head injury. She tried to crawl away but the prince was already hovering over her.

“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

I screamed as they drag me in the middle of the room. "We're just going to play like we used to before. Why are you so scared, Princess?" The man who forced fed me threatened. Two of the men holding my arms pinned me against the floor. I desperately tried to pry my arms away from them, but it only felt like my arms would pop out of their sockets. "Let me go! Please! I'll fucking eat the food!" I desperately tried to negotiate. "Too late for that, Princess." He said as he pinned my legs down, his nails digging into my thighs.