Princess Cut My Wrists Novels & Stories

I said weakly as I quickly hid my hand under my thigh. “Princess, what have you done to your wrist?” He looked at me, horrified. “Nothing, Rai. I cut myself while doing some stuff.” I lied to him, hoping he would believe it. But of course, he didn’t believe me since I cut myself more than ten times, and I never really tended to it. “Princess.. Please let me see..” He reached out his hand and pulled my hand, but I didn’t let him. “Please, Princess..” He looked at me pleadingly.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

I said. “What? Why? I didn’t do anything to you.” “No, but you tried. Just because you didn’t succeed doesn’t mean you did nothing wrong. I have witnesses, remember? The horse is mine.” The Princess looked from the King to Semion and then back to me. Her eyes were widening into their manic phase. I took a step back in anticipation of the imminent explosion. She grabbed her hair on either side of her head and screamed. And then charged at me. Just as she was about to grab me by the neck, I said, “Touch me and you’ll only confirm your broken promise.”

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

The jabbing pain sent her to her knees. Amy attacked Irena like a wild animal. “No pressure, right?” Amy tossed Irena’s words back in her face as she twisted Irena’s fractured wrist. With no remorse, she delivered an open palm strike to Irena’s throat. Princess Death Row’s trachea collapsed, abruptly cutting off her scream. Amy killed Irena so fast that when she blinked her eyes, the bald woman was dead, lying at her feet.

A true woman doesn't define by just mere hair! I forcefully cut it and smirk. Damn them all, the nobles, the royals, humans, the pirates. Curse them all! I have suffered enough. Let me show them all how the future empress of Andra Kingdom works. I'll let them taste the wrath of the angry princess.

When the spoilt princess sees that remedy would never have listened or obey her. She makes an attempt as she raises her hand up to slap her, but remedy caught her hands up in the air. She jerked Remedy robes and shredded it to pieces thus, unveiling her nakedness. Remedy got mad and charged at her, she mistakenly pushes her to the wall, the princess hit her head hard in the wall.

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.

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.

“Ah, but vipers have fangs sharp enough to protect those who know how to hold them.” For a moment, she saw it again—the boy she had once loved in another life. The boy who had whispered promises of forever before delivering her to ruin. And for that heartbeat, she hated herself for the way her chest tightened. But she hated him more. “Stay out of my way, Kieran,” she hissed. “Or I will carve your smile off your face.” His eyes lit with amusement instead of anger. “Gods, I do enjoy you, Princess.” He leaned close enough for his breath to brush her ear. “And you’ll enjoy me too—one way or another.”