Princess Intan Novels & Stories

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.

She kept calling the young prince’s name. Her cheeks were flustered upon remembering that. “Pray tell Shuna. Whom am I with that time I drank the poison?” Shuna placed the tray on the wooden desk and slowly faced the princess. “Shima and Chaerin were thine accompaniment. But the prince stayed with thee over night.” The maidservant stopped mid air and had a looked of tease on her face. “What?” the princess asked. “Ye both stayed at the tub. Did ye not know?”

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

“I am Princess Tarragon, heir to Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn. You are expecting us, and we are assured of your hospitality whilst we rest before beginning our descent on the other side.” “Princess Tarragon taradrakyn,” Derien Verstarjen sneered the name. “That is Intuin Desparen that you carry. The same Intuin Desparen made by Prince Rivyn Nae Ederne of the Fae, the man who sliced the head clean off the shoulders of Queen Clareath of Nerith.” “Yes, it is,” Tarragon replied mildly. “Prince Rivyn is of the opinion that your head belongs preserved in a jar beside Clareath’s for serving her so faithfully.”

“Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen... Welcome to the main hall in Ocean Blue Land palace... This morning, we’ll be witnessing the virginity offering ceremony to the prince of Ocean Blue Land of ours – Prince Virando Augustin Kuandy... “The princess with her honorable opportunity to offer as well as present her virginity, purity, as well as originality to our Prince Virando Augustin Kuandy is Princess Sumico Kammal Lowie, an immensely beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, and flawless human-girl from the humans-realm.

She bore King Pose three sons: Prince Paray Pose, Prince Prang Pose, and Prince Pangaman Pose. Prince Paray, known for his rebellious spirit, married Clan Lady Cohung Dihum despite familial objections. Prince Prang followed a more traditional path, marrying Princess Nokis Iyak from a middle-class kingdom, while Prince Pangaman remained single, dedicating himself to the kingdom’s affairs. Second wife: Consort Saruy Kiap, a woman of grace and patience, gave the king a son and a daughter: Prince Roney Pose and Princess Rose Pose. Both children were admired for their diplomatic skills and kindness.

A slight curtsy was her gesture to the King. “It was good to see you, King Rahman. May I present to you myself, Princess Naya of Oceanid Kingdom of the North, the rejected mate of your son, Prince Takif of Hirudinea Annelida Kingdom.” Everybody’s jaws seemed to fall out of their faces, including me. I gape in awe at the lady before me. Rejected, she said? So, that means I was not the only fool around here. I smirked at the irony of that idea.

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

[The Nation of Avenor — Imperial Palace — Princess Levara's Bedroom — Later] "I heard some of the guests are still staying in the palace guest wing, Your Highness," the maid Emma said as she carefully adjusted the folds of Elly--aka---Princess Levara's dress, making sure everything sat perfectly before stepping back to examine her work.