Princess Princess Why You Cut Your Wrist Novels & Stories

"Daddy" Prince was with her all the time. There were two drips attached to her hands. One was the glucose and another was the blood drip since she lost a lot of it. He immediately attended to her as soon as she started crying. "Calm down Princess. You are fine. Only thing is you were hit by the cot's leg a little heavily because of which the cut was deep. You lost a good amount of blood and thus there was a partial concussion. But now everything is fine. The wound is sealed and you will soon be alright."

It’s a beautiful sound. “I hate it when people don’t know when to stop,” I tell her. “Also, you're very wrong. Don’t worry, I'll tell you where you're wrong.” I break the ulna bone in her forearm, and her scream splits through the forest. Sweet symphony “Firstly, I can defend myself. I'm neither waiting for the princes nor anyone else to rescue me. Never.” She struggles underneath me, twisting her other arm back frantically, but I snag that one, too, breaking her wrist and pinning it behind her in one smooth movement.

Then holding her breath she prayed that the ropes were damaged enough and the knife was sharp enough to make her release a quick one. Nova then sprinted forward, using the speed she had been known for to rush at the princess. Using the momentum from diving against the princess to cut the rope instantly, she dove her to the ground behind the stage and only then realized that she’d burnt her hands and singed the ends of her hair that had touched her. Nova couldn’t help the scream of pain coming out with the release of her breath when she realized her palms were burnt, but she couldn’t seem to release her. It took a minute that felt like a lifetime before the searing heat around the princess

“This is actually something Angela found and placed here. It belonged to the former Luna.” Fury blazed in her eyes as she lurched at me. “Get off my throne!” I saw her clawed hand aimed at me as she jumped on the dais. A feral grin spread across my face as I grabbed her wrist. Her maidens rushed toward her, but they were stopped by the guards. Roaring, Auretta lifted her other hand, but she was too slow—too predictable. I grabbed her other wrist and twisted it until it cracked in my grip. The Princess shrieked, falling to her knees and cradling her hand. “You'll pay for this! You've injured a royal! I will have your fucking head on a silver platter!”

Kat gently put her hand on the princess arm, “I really hope he pulls through” There was a pause while everyone remembered the King. “Well, Shimel, Lacy which pieces do you like?” The Princess broke the silence, which made it ok for everyone to carry on too. Lacy stepped up to the case, “Oh they really are so beautiful, can I please try the Bracelet on the left” “Good choice” Kat said “Shimel” “Kat, is it important that one of us pick the hair clip so we can send you coded messages?”

'Let's talk' says the late princess again with her fierce eyes fixed on mom. 'Can't you see she's in pain?' yells Jessica. 'Shush. Its okay' saying so mom stands up and leaves. We rush to princess Nella (the present princess) who was keenly eyeing the situation. 'What does she want to talk about?' 'I have no idea Laura.' she replies. 'Why was mom's hand hurting earlier?' questions Jessica. Princess Nella hesitates for a while before answering 'Aunt daisy attacked her' 'What? How?' we both ask shocked.

I drop the hand that was going through his hair, blood now on my fingers. “Thanks.” He looks back up to me and meets my gaze, I haven’t dropped my other hand. How did I forget about that one? He leans his cheek into my hand seeming to enjoy the touch. He reaches and places his hand over mine, keeping it there. His hazel eyes soften, he looks so sad, why is he sad? “I’m sorry Princess,” he mumbles before standing and going to the bathroom, breaking our contact.

Yet, I remained quiet and stared at her as if she had suddenly grown hundreds of heads. “Answer me!” Princess Violet gritted out but I remained mute. “You won't speak up?” She asked like the fool she was. When I still chose my silence, Princess Violet raised one of her feet which had been covered in what I knew to be Royal slippers. I presumed she was planning to kick me but Princess Violet had other plans that would cause me more pain than a mere kick. The Princess settled her foot on my wounded back, adding pressure to the wound I got because of her. My strong will couldn't stop me from crying out in pain when she did that and I could have sworn I heard Harper wince.

The wood swung open to reveal the prince, a glare set across his handsome features. “Took you long enough faerie.” He snapped at me, and his eyes travelled down my body, stopping at my bandaged wrist. Anger flashed across his face, the intensity in his eyes making me squirm as he looked back up at me. “Who did that?” He snapped, and took a step towards me. I took a step back, and pulled my wrist up to my chest, hugging it to my body. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I did. I slipped while getting my dress off.” I lied, and I could tell by his face that he didn’t buy a word of it. He growled under his breath, but didn’t push for a further explanation.

me : what do you want you are calling your master by name princess : shutup iam not your hiccup servant me : then what you are princess : I hate you sobbb I hate you hiccup because you hurted me hiccup me : who hurted whom did you forgotten princess : yeah hiccup you forgotten my love and made me your slave or servant something whatever (this girl is really can't she be less cute I really wanna kiss her very badly) me : you loved me princess : ofcourse I love you sobbb I love only you sobbb I still love you hiccup me : then why you accepted that marriage princess : I didn't hiccup we are just acting me : so you love me princess : yeah (this is the best chance to know the truth from her) me :