Princess Thomas Novels & Stories

Wade “Shit,” I mutter to myself as I look up another flight of stairs, and then look down the multiple corridors. No-one seems to be around either, where’s their staff? I hear movement behind me so I turn. A man marching confidently down the corridor, medium brown hair, slim but good build. His gold eyes give him away, this must be Prince Marc. “What are you doing with my sister?” he demands, approaching with long strides. I unconsciously growl as he approaches his arms out to take my mate. He stops, a glint of anger flickering in his eyes that look so much like Adelaide’s.

It was the thief she had hired to kill Rebecca. "How did-?" She said surprisingly, still shocked that he was captured. One of the maids pulled the door and was startled when she saw the Princess. "Your Highness!" Fiona turned round and sneered at her. She rolled her eyes and continued to look at the thief. Thomas had kept an apple on his head so that Williams could shoot them. "I had told him to be careful." Fiona gabbled angrily. "Did you saying anything, Your Highness." The maid asked.

I took a step forward, ready to mess with him if he looked me wrong, when a hand slammed into my chest to slow me down. Kaelan. His palm was flat against me, fingers curled slightly like he was holding back a wild animal instead of a guest. “Don’t,” he said in a low tone. I shoved his hand away. “What the hell is he doing here?” Thomas smiled as he looked in our direction. “The Queen invited me.” I turned slowly to see the queen sitting on the throne with a worried look on her face. She inhaled. “Thomas has information.” I laughed. A sharp, ugly sound. “No, he doesn’t.”

"Thomas. Is there a problem?" "I will not have some girl come into this kingdom and tell me what I must do. I ruled alongside your father, I helped establish this pack after our fall. You disgrace yourself, you disgrace this kingdom parading that pretender around as a queen. We know who she really is. That bitch is the end of us, and you know it too." Gasps sounded from all around the great hall as Eli and Thomas stood, nearly nose to nose, Thomas just a few inches shy of Eli's height. Eli took a small step back, studying Thomas.

I chuckled then hugged her back tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here, Althea. The world is just giving me everything lately,” I sighed and I heard her giggle. “Now, save those ‘everything’ later at my room, okay?” Althea then went to Mom and Dad to greet them and now, Thomas was in front me. “Princess Ruthy,” He greeted then took my hand to kiss it. “Prince Thomas,” I curtsied. “How was your travel?” “Tolerable, it wasn’t as boring as I expected it to be. Althea was babbling every hour,” He chuckled. Oh, wasn’t expecting this fresh attitude from him.

"By the gods does his hate for being a noble bother him so much he subconsciously picks up on it." When Thomas woke up everyone quickly filled him on the whos, what, and how. Oddly enough he didn't question anything. Not Christopher's origins, not him being Havoc, the gates, nothing. He sat listened and at the end all he had to say was. "I'm not to surprised, I wasn't sure what exactly, but I knew there was something special about you from the start. There was an air about you no one else could match." Thomas laughed, his usual nonchalant character completely unchanged by the news he had just heard. " Just don't be surprised when I drink a little extra tonight. I went from assisting a friend

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

“My Lady? Perhaps we should go back inside? You look pale.” *Pale?* Vivian felt like her borrowed blood had turned to ice water. Thomas’s visit was a stark warning. The amnesia shield was flimsy, a temporary reprieve at best. He expected Lady Vivian Ashworth – ruthless, ambitious, obsessed – to be ready for Prince Alexander’s arrival tomorrow. The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather.

The Lady said. "Tom, your daughter is calling you. The lady shouted to get Thomas' attention. " Tom". Kiara said. "Oh don't mind me, I just shortened his name". The woman giggled and said. "Your daughter". Mila whispered and said to Thomas. Thomas nodded his head and took the phone from Mila. He sighed because he knew his daughter would be firing him with a lot of questions. "Princess, how are you? Thomas cleared his throat and said.

' He tells me with a smirk. And that was how my suffering began. I became a maid in a palace where I used to be a princess. A soft yet painful chuckle escaped my lips as I approached the pack brothers. I had been living in the pack now for two years as a maid, with no food nor shelter.