Princess Dangerous Brothers Novels & Stories

Shielding Liam with her body, daring anyone to bypass her. “Hold her!” Elder Brooke orders. Heeding to order, the guards drag her away and grab Liam. Liam resists. But eventually his shirt is taken off. No mark. Not even for second born sons or third born sons. “What! Liam is truly not a Durk!” “She has been deceiving us!” The Pack members are furious as they point accusing fingers at Cathylene and Liam. But Cathylene will not back down. She refuses to kneel. Not after getting to this point. Not after all she's done to get here!

Jillian tried to be invisible the rest of the day. She kept her head down, and kept her hands busy with paperwork, her ears open to the clacking of keyboards and the hum of voices around her. But in her mind, she was falling apart. Dominic Pierre. She couldn't stop muttering his name to herself, over and over in her head. He was Gerald's brother. Gerald, the very same man who had apparently used her, threatened her, and now loomed over her like an armed gun. And Dominic, the man was intense and she was beginning to feel something for him.

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

I asked directly, trying to gauge his reaction. His expression shifted, a flicker of concern crossing his face—something I hadn’t expected. “Did I hurt you?” he asked carefully, his tone laced with a cautious vulnerability. I shook my head slowly, not wanting him to misunderstand. “No, not at all. Actually…” I swallowed hard, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. “Maybe I… liked it.” He stared at me for a moment, then chuckled softly, a low sound that filled the space between us. “That wasn’t even half of it, princess,” he said, his smile turning into something darker, more dangerous.

They have to ploy that they are children victims of war and only have each other to be able and would want to stay together as much as possible. “Is it your brother?” the princess got her signal. “I apologize for being an impertinent Princess, my brother is my only family left.” She's doing great as she saw that the Princess hesitates. “Then let’s have his duel with one of the knights.” “Pardon?”

I don't want to believe he killed his brothers but I'm sure he did. "Are you scared Princess? I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly and dropped the sword and I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel warm but I shifted back as soon as he came close to me. He sighed. "Fine!! You should be scared now. You're always daring, just get ready for tomorrow." He said softly and turned to go. "Did you ki..kill them?" I asked anxiously. "Who?" "Your brothers." "I don't have brothers." He said coldly.

This predicament had emboldened Sia's insistence on attending in his stead, determined to represent their family's interests. With a resigned sigh, he conceded, "Very well, very well. Take a contingent of guards and servants with you. I do not doubt that cold-blooded vixen of a Princess seeks to lure you into becoming a royal mage. But I implore you, do not succumb to her machinations!" Sia couldn't help but smile at her brother's colourful description of the Princess, a testament to his unwavering loyalty and protectiveness towards their family. It was a rare glimpse into the softer side of his persona, a stark contrast to the arrogance and confidence that often defined his public persona.

Ayla lifted her hands and put them around his neck. Her fingers kept twitching, but she ignored them as she started telling Rhobart a story. “Lifetimes ago, in a faraway land, lived a princess,” Ayla said. Rhobart stopped breathing as he listened to Ayla’s gentle voice. “The princess lived with her three older brothers in a big castle. She loved the castle and spending time with her brothers. The oldest brother loved to explore and learn new things and was often gone. The second one loved to forge and make all kinds of things. Sometimes he would make things for the princess of the other brothers. The last brother was quick to anger and often sought to fight with his brothers, but the older b

,, All five brothers saud in corus , making her smile I must help you to break this spell , Brothers .... ,, Princess Samvedna said and fisted her hands tightly and understood the every game of that wicked Queen She is very dangerous woman . Not a normal woman . I think she is a witch with black spirit .... ,, The third Princes straightly told the Princess Don't pushed yourself so much little sister . We , your brothers won't tolerate even a scratches on your skin .... ,, The forth Prince said and rubbed the teary red cheeks of the Princess

They stood in absolute silence, but their glares pinned Richard down like hundreds of bloodthirsty blades. My oldest brother, Wyatt, stepped forward. With every step he took, his Supreme Alpha aura forced Richard—a mere Beta—to stumble backward. But Wyatt just walked right up to me, reached out, and elegantly swatted Richard's hand away. The movement was casual, like he was brushing off a piece of annoying dust. "Richard. From the Silver Vein Pack?" Wyatt's voice was soft, but the massive Beta flinched violently. My fifth brother, Connor, let out a cold scoff. "You're the one running that illegal, money-laundering, low-grade silver mine?"