Novel & Cerita Princess Jasmine

A tantrum... A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana. It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive. Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball. Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

I contacted Vera Wang's private couturier and ordered three bespoke wedding gowns, each worth a hundred thousand dollars. Then I bought ten sets of high jewelry and two limited-edition Rolexes. In a single day, I spent nearly four million dollars. Soon enough, Don Romano's call came through. "Sophia! Are you out of your mind? You spent four million in one day!" "What's wrong?" I asked, lounging on the hotel's plush leather sofa. "I'm being shipped off to Boston. A girl has to make a good impression." "You need to spend that much to make an impression?"

Being able to get the person red-handed, mean they had gotten the person who poisoned her mother. Princess Diana moved from the sofa she was sitting on and moved closer to Isabella. She was as beautiful as her mother. Isabella's mother once won the most beautiful lady in the kingdom with the title 'Miss Abasia'. There was a rumor many years back that the king had an interest in her Queen Sarah was not bothered at all. She trust the King and the rumor died in a very short time. Princess Diana sat beside her. She stretched out her hand and place his gently on Isabella's back. She gently moved her hand over Isabella's long hair. Her hair was so long for a girl of her age. Everyone knew she inhe

She didn't stop until all her clothes and pieces of jewelry were scattered on the floor, her hair was a mess but when the door flew open and Florence rushed in only to stop when she found the room scattered. “What's with you…get this cleaned now,” Florence rushed to Jasmine who was sitting on the bed, Gracey started picking up the clothes and tossing them on the couch. “Why did she bring me here… if…is that girl is the King's wife huh… Is this to humiliate me or make a fool of me! Jasmine questioned disdainfully, she thought they wanted a bride for the king. She left everything only to come and watch Elina get all the favors. The king preferred Elina, he was always with her. He tolerated her

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

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.

My bare feet hit the cold floors as I made my way over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. “You know, my mother always said everyone is thrown rough days in life so we can appreciate the good ones given to us.” She pulled back and looked up at me, her eyes glossing over in fear. “I overheard the King speaking to Princess Amelia… One of the few people arriving today is Princess Jasmine.” My eyebrows furrowed together at her words as I pushed my loose strands out of my face. “Who is that?” “She's... excuse my language, but she's a narcissistic bitch who gets her way with anything.”

Third Person's P.O.V "What?! Jasmine is Lord Fredrick's Daughter?" Micheal's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he was nearing nor anyone else in the room could. It was so sudden that it left everyone in disbelief and somehow in denial. "Yes, she is," Martha said, "She is the princess of the Vaidel dynasty whom none had ever seen, the only daughter of Lord Fredrick and Queen Katherine— Jasmine Doloris Winchester. " "What the hell are you talking about? The princess was found dead beside Queen Katherine's body." Elijah decided to speak.