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SEA KINGDOM OF THE TWINE While the whole kingdom of Twine drank, ate, and jubilated in joy because of the fire burning princess Isabella, a dark light all of a sudden covered her making them stare agape and not know what was going on. "Go closer guards and see what is going on!" The king commanded. The guards did as instructed but before they could reach, the dark light already disappeared, and standing before them was princess Isabella in another form. Her eyes were shiny white, her body was covered in a golden robe that radiated power and authority. "This is a new Isabella," the princess of the kingdom of the Twine whispered and her hands tightened their grip on her father. They all stared

he entered the restaurant and sat down close to the window so he could enjoy the view presented outside. Once settled in, a waitress with blonde hair and blue eyes approached Eric who at the time was browsing through his phone responding to messages which seemingly came pouring in. "Hello sir" greeted the waitress "can I get you something to drink?" Eric lifted his eyes off his phone for a second and his eyes met with this blonde waitress waiting to take his order with a bright smile on her face. He gazed at her for a few minutes and had forgotten she had asked a question. Oh, those blue eyes he thought to himself as he smiled back at her. Can I get you something to drink she asked again? E

“I looked like a fucking princess, Aleksei. I’m not wearing this. I might not care about my reputation but this is awful.” I turned to look in the mirror behind me. “There are literal butterflies coming off this dress. Who in gods name would wear this?” Aleksei behind me was chuckling. “I mean, lots of girls. Everyone wants to be a princess, Rosaria.” “Yeah, until they actually become a princess. Then they regret ever wanting it in the first place.”

I wasn't expecting any visitors. I crossed my arms feeling naked all of a sudden. I laughed a little feeling embarrassed. “Why are you here?” Siya got up and took large strides towards me. Standing in front of me, he took my hands in his and intertwined them both. I looked at our hands and glanced up at him to see him looking at me already. “I wanted to see your beautiful face.” I opened my mouth to talk but ended up looking like a fish as nothing came out. He chuckled, biting his lip, my eyes immediately went to his lips, admiring the action. “Do you wish to kiss me princess?”

"What do you need, then? Your incompetence is no longer enough." "Two princesses of the witch race are here, genuine." "This will be the first time I will kill a princess." Kratos smiles and starts walking to the reception room being followed by Lacios. Princess Angèle Benoit is the eldest daughter and heir to the sovereignty of witches. She is eighteen years old, her hair is red and her eyes amber. A thin, upturned nose, round face. Her essence is the magic of nature, but thanks to the Blue Belle jewel, passed down from generation to generation, it also has powers of illusion and speed. The witches' race has five princesses, and each one has a jewel, namely:

"Thanks. I appreciate it." "We stick together around here," Princess said softly, giving me a warm, reassuring smile. "Trust me, this school can be a lot, but—" "Well, well, well…” It was the sweetest, perkiest voice I had ever heard. Princess froze, her smile instantly evaporating as she gripped her textbooks tighter. Paris’s mouth went slightly slack beside me. We all turned. Tiffany Sinclair was strutting down the hallway like it was her personal runway. Up close, she looked even more perfect—flawless tan skin and bright blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail that swayed with every step. The girls trailing her looked like her little clones.

A few loose strands framed her face, soft and silky as the petals of a rose. Her hairstyle was a work of art, a testament to the skill of our kingdom's finest stylists. The updo was a delicate balance of braids and twists, woven together with precision and care. The braids were thin and intricate, resembling the delicate tendrils of a vine, and the twists shone like polished gold in the light. A few strategically placed pins held the style in place, their delicate heads shaped like tiny flowers, adding a touch of whimsy to the overall design. As I finished her look, I couldn't help but step back and admire the princess's beauty.

I let out. “Or what Princess? You’ve already had Alpha Allen and everyone knows that Alpha Jaxxon is claiming you. Now you have him..” she points at Alpha Theo, “stringing him along..” I instantly heard a loud smack and vicious growl as I turned to Theo. His wolf, sky blue eyes, appeared at the surface. “How dare you insult a high ranking royalty in my or her presence. Death is a fast answer to solve your problem.” Her face lit up frighten. “No, I am so sorry Alpha. I did not mean to insult the Princess. She has a mate already. I could be someone of value to you.” She says trying to convince the Alpha from going further.

"Do you really think you guys can get me without my fan?" Both of her hands move fast at almost the same speed. She aggressively grabs the wrist of the nearest undead to her on both sides. She then jumps and kicked the two corpses with all her might as she pulls their wrist. This made their limb ripped out. Blood gushed out from the ripped-off wrists. There's even several splattered blood on the princess' robes, but she didn't care at all.

Jack raised a brow, then narrowed his gaze on me. “I thought there was something familiar about you. What could a princess like you want with Fire and Fluorite?” I had no idea what came over me, but I was up and out of my seat within a half-second, then I was in Jack’s’s personal space in the next half. My hand grabbed hold of his wrist, twisted his arm, and I used the leverage to put him on his ass. “I’m not a fucking princess.”