Princess To 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

Not for me though, I like my soft round onion booty just the way it is. Not that I have anything against procedures but I’d rather please myself instead of living for others’ opinions. “Listen Princess, now that you’re back on campus, I want you to stay far away from Ethan, you get me? He’s mine now, so don’t go getting any ideas,” She says, pushing me back against my car. “It’s funny how you called me a princess, well that’s exactly what I am. A charitable Princess and when I see a charitable case like you, I have no problem handing out my used things. You can keep Ethan, he's useless to me now.”

“Can you please at least tell me where she is? Where is my mother, uncle?” The word “uncle” was not the word the king expected him to hear. But somehow that word made him realize something. That is to tell the prince where the princess is. “Fix yourself. She can't see you like that," he said, commanding the guard to lift the prince off his knees. “Mr. Osiris,” Mr. Osiris stepped forward. “Ready the prince. Have him wear the best suit.”

I slip out of the room, heading to our room, and go over to the travel cot where my own little princess is sleeping. She’s gorgeous, with her fat little cheeks, a pout on her lips and long lashes. She’s fast asleep and watching her calms me. Who am I to ruin their happiness? Cus kids really are something else… “Hey, girl… look, you’re going to get two uncles or aunties… only they're going to be younger… You got to take care of them, alright? No bullying allowed… cus you might just be another devil like your Mommy.”

My father, walked into the living room with my uncle right behind him. I turned to look at them. "What's going on?" I asked softly. Dad stopped right in front of me, his eyes dead serious. "It is time you learn about our business." he said and I groaned, throwing my hands straight up in the air. "Dad, no." Uncle Pascal stepped forward, a fond, amused grin spreading across his face as he looked down at me. "Princess, you are the only one of our bloodline." he said.

He begins, speaking into the mic attached to the podium. “I am Lord Christopher Blanchard, Uncle to Princess Allisara and I would like to let you all know that after a third assassination attempt, my niece is safe and Sound.” He continues, the press asking multiple questions as he pauses. He holds out his hand, the crowd pausing for a moment giving my Uncle a chance to speak once again. “If you have questions, please hold them till the end after Princess Allisara has spoken.” My Uncle exclaims, the flashes of cameras peppering the air in front of us and capturing his image.

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

“After you left, Prince, Viscount Latour started to court her, at Her Majesty’s command. They fed the girl a love potion, a pretty weak one, brewed by an unskilled witch, and right after she drank it, she fell for the viscount’s charms. They got married, and then you returned...” “I scared him off.” “Exactly. So much that he ran away from his wife.” “And?” “Stopped feeding her the potion. Alone at court, even if not for long, your former paramour realized that she had lost the chance to become a part of the royal family...and that’s where your uncle came in.” “With a potion?” “With a sympathetic ear. He told her how horrible it was that his nephew had been unable to understand her, that she

He didn't seem to be able to do what Chandra did to him now. In the town of Sweet White Haven, because of King Edric's concern that it reached Prince Arne's knowledge. Prince Arne, the prince who lives near the town, immediately went to the Campbells' palace. Princess Chandra and Prince Arne became close friends when they were little when Prince Arne often visited the Campbells' palace. Prince Arne is older so he is considered Princess Chandra's brother.

“Hey, princess. You can call me Uncle J.” Aspen giggled. “Are they my uncles like Uncle King?” I shrugged. “Yes.” She looked at them, then back at me. Her next question was soft, uncertain. “Are you my uncle too?” It knocked the air out of my lungs. I froze. I didn’t know what to say. The words hit me harder than they should have. She was so innocent, so unfiltered. And I… I didn’t know how to answer. Not with everything between me and Sadie. Not with all the ways I’d failed her before.