Princess Diana Book Andrew Morton Novels & Stories

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

Suddenly, Andrew vanished, leaving Diana bewildered and panicked. In the darkness, Nirvana's voice cut through, offering guidance amidst the uncertainty. Diana, grasping two glowing ribbons of magic, realized they represented her connection to Andrew and herself. As she followed the ribbons' trail, flashes of scenes revealed Andrew being taken away by sinister dark figures, leaving Diana desperate and vulnerable. “Andrew!” END OF BOOK 1

Morgana said and handed over the book to her. Diana opened the book to the middle page and placed it on the table. "You said you needed a spell right?". Morgana said. "Not actually a spell but anyway it's gonna help". She said. The page of the book displayed the map of the city. It was a power magic book from ancient witches. Diana pricked herself and sprinkled the blood on the book. "It shows me where I want". Diana said. The blood began to disappear mole by mole until only one was left.

In the Glyndon mansion where Diana is now working as a part-time maid, Andrew is standing shirtless on the huge balcony which opens from his room overlooking the nicely trimmed backyard followed by the vast thick forest extending for miles. Andrew woke from his drug-induced haze the next day evening. The girl he met after he woke up had claimed to be the one he spent the time with. However, his mind is still restless about the whole matter. He searched every inch of the forest for two days, but there was nothing to find out since Charmaine had made sure there was nothing to be seen. Everything just disappeared Into thin air taking her jasmine scent along with her. Her softly spoken words of

Her brow is furrowed, aged skin creased. "What's that look?" I ask warily. "There is nothing, about whether you can become immortal again," she announces, once she had finished jotting down her results. She slams the book shut, dust billowing out, which I fan my hand through irritably. "Seriously?" "It appears to be barred by magic. This is a very unfamiliar territory, I don't think the wisest of Gaze Readers could navigate this." She gets up, shuffling over the creaking floorboards.

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

“…and of course, we must address the scandal that has shaken the monarchy itself. Lady Cassandra, estranged wife of Crown Prince Richard, is confirmed to be in the residence of his older brother, Prince Arden…” My face burned. I wanted to hurl the remote across the room, to silence their voices, to erase the images of myself plastered on the screen, photographs from galas, from charity functions, all polished smiles now tainted by the wordadulteress. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because if I turned it off, I would lose the only window I had into the fate of my parents. A sharp knock sounded, and the door creaked open before I could answer. Diana slipped in, her presence as grounding as always.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….

Philip helped me to clean up and after that, he left to go pick up his car. When he left, I watched in which direction is he going. He did go to a direction which is going to the palace. Come to think of it, I saw him at the palace before. I quickly go to the nearest bookstore and looked for a royal book. A book where everything about the royal family is written. I flipped the pages of the book and looked at the family tree. I fell the book when I saw it. I am trembling, I am shaking. Is it true?