Princess Thomas 소설 & 이야기

“Make it fast, Your Majesty. The next full moon is a red moon. You may not be able to control yourself then. We need to leave immediately.” I nodded as I stormed toward the royal chambers, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Even before I reached the door, I could already sense Thomas’s frustration bleeding through the link. The man was exhausted. The moment I got close, Thomas straightened by the door, looking like he’d aged ten years in one hour. “Your Majesty,” he said, voice flat with respect and pure suffering, “I must respect you. The princess is such a handful. I would rather go to war than ever have to babysit her again.”

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.

“She needs to be removed.” One man swallowed. “Removed how.” “She is a threat,” Marissa said calmly. “She claims to be a princess from another world. She claims she has magic. Yet she can do nothing. She is weak. Confused. Unstable.” “Do you think she is lying,” someone asked. “I think she is manipulating him,” Marissa said. “And I will not allow her to.” Silence fell. “What do you want us to do,” the youngest wolf asked. Marissa smiled. Cold. Sharp. Deadly. “Anything necessary.”

[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.

I nod, then we walked back to the conference room and sat while we waited for the elders to walk in. When the door opened, six men walked in. They were all huge and looked to be around fifty. They all had somber expressions on their faces as they took their seats. Parker stood and waited for all the men to give him their undivided attention. When everyone was looking his way, He finally started, “Thanks to all of you for coming right away. I wanted to let you know that Elder Thomas is no longer an elder. He has been stripped of his title, he is now in the dungeons for sixty days and he will put to death after he serves his sentence in the dungeons.” I looked around at the elders and they wer

The fair lady unveiled her hood, a steamy beauty with brilliant blue eyes, glistering with her broad smile, her black hair, short and curly. "Don't worry, the secret of our fun two days back will die with you." Atari was confident. "Michael you bastard." Thomas snarled, yet not willing to lose his cool neither his focus on the Kings-guard before him. "I thought it was a dream." Michael was confused. "I'm sorry Thomas, I didn't know what happened, I couldn't resist nor dismiss her advances and questions." Michael sounded sure. "I'll kill you myself when we get out of this?" Thomas assured.

Nicoli could practically see the calculations happening behind that narrow forehead—the overturned ink, the scattered papers, the Crown Prince himself disheveled and hollow-eyed in yesterday's clothes. Thomas's thin lips twitched. Just barely, but Nicoli caught it. That microscopic smile that meant the man had found something to use, something to whisper in the right ears. The Crown Prince is cracking. Falling asleep at his desk, making a mess of important documents. Perhaps Her Majesty should know… "Working through the night again, Your Highness?" Thomas's voice held that special tone he'd perfected—surface concern layered over deeper satisfaction. "How very... dedicated." Nicoli finally lo

I got my dream job and was happy to live out my life as a seamstress. Entering the factory the usual concentration was disrupted by the rush of girls scurrying around, modifying dresses and doing their hair. "What the hell?" I asked Emma sped across the room, her shaking hands clutching a crumpled paper. "here!" she said throwing the paper at me. 'The king formally invites all unmated females aged between 20 and 30 to attend a screening audition. 50 girls will be selected, who will then go onto compete in The Princess Games. 3 lucky girls will marry one of his sons. His 3 boys, Theodore, Ezra and Grey will choose a wife each.'

Prince Arthur opened his mouth to continue, but I stopped him, "If you would excuse me, I was on my way somewhere when you met me." I tilted my head to signal Adrian, turned back to look at Prince Arthur, gave a small smile and then brushed past him. I walked to the garden with Adrian following closely. "My Princess...if I'm allowed to speak freely....", he looked to me for approval. "Continue." I confirmed "Its just an instinct, but I'd like my princess to be careful with the Prince. I feel like there's more to him". He continued

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",