Princess Knight Book Novels & Stories

Being treated like a princess makes her life dull. She always wanted to be treated as equal as those normal people do. Without looking at her life status. And she felt it when she enters Younas' Home. They may not be wealthy as every household she knew, but they are warm. 'So warm that you allowed him to hover you.' That stupid part of her mind whispers into her head. Even no one is around, still, she feels shy. Her face feels like burning with the thought of him kissing her. She remembers how she was unable to sleep that night after he kisses her. His face was all that she could see every time she closes her eyes.

After her conversation with her mother in the morning, she has spent the entire afternoon locking herself up inside these chambers. Once on the streets, she has overheard two females talking about how princesses get all they want conveniently and how they themselves still have to work even though they and those princesses are from the same race and so they should be equal. Elysia has to say they are partly right, about princesses’ lives are easy and convenient. Because now she is getting bored and wants to have fresh air outside this suffocating palace. Poor her, she thinks sarcastically.

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

The bodice hugs my small waist with a sweetheart neckline, with some gems on it. I look like a fairytale princess, even I can see the irony in that, considering how many people I have killed. I can't help smiling thinking of Maddox as my knight in shining armor, when in truth he is my bag bad wolf. I hear a slight growl of approval come through our mind-link. ‘My love keep your thoughts clean, I have your big bad wolf wanting to come claim what is ours’ I smile at this ‘Tonight my love, tonight’

Boldly, I slipped into a seat where a group of men were sitting around a poker table. I watched the way their mouths parted and the way their eyes widened in surprise. It was totally my fault. Everyone thought I was dead. Even now, rumors of me being here had already spread and they couldn't even stop the gossip from floating into my own ears. I'm princess Marina, the heir to my mother's fortune since my sister decided to disappear out of the blue years ago. I noticed some of the men checking me out, eyes pinned on my tits but really, anything for this game to work in my favor.

As soon as she found the opening, she gripped Caden's hands and ripped them off of her. There was a moment of distraction because of her mom and used that to her advantage to pin him down. He grunted in shock as she twisted his body and brought his back behind his body. She kicked out his knees and once he fell to the ground he tightened her grip and wrapped her free arm around his throat. He twisted his neck and craned it to see her. "Wow, the Princess is tough. Honestly would have never seen it coming." he gave her a smile.

weird it never happened. The book states everything about the person after he is born, not before hmmmm I wonder ... It says and I quote : ". On a heavy rainy night ...... The knight was born. The mother queen "Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it

He might have treated her better. St Clare’s believed in poverty, chastity and obedience. The Princess Royal of old would have struggled with all three. Not this lady, a new person in some ways. He had escorted her there himself and promised to visit, a vow he had yet to keep. It couldn’t all end now, could it?

There was someone here? (In his mother’s story, the knight had called to the darkness, voice echoing, “Hello? Is there someone here?”) He immediately peeked past the worn, serious-looking books and saw a cloaked figure of a small child–a little girl, judging by her long locks of lovely black hair and a white dress that shimmered in the light like a bride’s wedding gown. ‘…The knight found a princess.’ A split second after, she suddenly fell to the floor, twisting violently like a fish on a hook as though her entire body was being lashed violently by an invisible whip.