Princess Who Hides Her Fandom Novel Novels & Stories

What the actual fuck? Noelle eventually opens her eyes to look into the calm, brown eyes of the Prince. She suddenly feels angry for reasons she does not understand. She turns and starts to walk away from the prince, intent on going back to the shelter of her room in the Castle, but the Prince grabs her arm fiercely and swings her around to face him, holding her close to his hard, young body while balancing the stars in his other hand. The Prince had stolen the stars! That would definitely be a headline situation for the Royal family. First, the Princess disappears, only for everyone to realize that this is following the Prince's inexplicable action of stealing the stars.

"I was still young then like you but your story has been told to every fairy in our realm because your parents, the Queen and King, tried to look for you, in the Fairy Realms. They never thought that Aldar and Melandra will not be able to tell them where they hid you. They were both left unconscious when they faced Alirion.” Caspian pauses after something crossed his mind. He stares at Princess Aria with a devastated expression. “It was meant to be kept as a secret so Alirion cannot reach you if our realm perishes, along with our Queen and King.” “You are a secret, the forgotten secret kept by Aldar and Melandra, all these years. This changes everything!" Caspian finishes his explanations wi

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

Damn his pride and honor anyway. What a mess. I was a princess who had a fiancé back on earth, a fiancé on Kurr, and a vampire lover who wanted me, but wouldn’t break a stupid marriage promise between two dead people and his best friend -who, in actuality, was my step brother and a prince. I made up my mind right then and there that I wasn’t going to be manipulated by any of them. I stopped at the doorway of the cave and looked Jack squarely and defiantly in the eye. I could have been imagining it, but I think I caught him flinch just a smidgeon. After staring long enough to get my point across, I turned to Drake.

I reminded him, A sudden passion reignited to tear Yuyu roman apart piece planting itself in my stomach. His eyes twinkled like a child with the world's biggest secret to share. "Good, because I've been dying to hide it. Zee— I mean, Zara—this is huge. No… humongous." I raised an eyebrow. "Alright, go on. Let's hear this 'humongous' news." He leaned forward, his eyes wide. "Yuyu Roman doesn't exist.". I laughed at him, then outright, ugly laughed in his face. Because — what? What did he say didn't exist? The very same girl who flirted at Creed's office, touching and stealing? The very same girl who had my man wrapped around her pinkie?

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” Lyra squared her shoulders, lifting her chin despite the way her heart hammered against her ribs. “It’s not a crime to read a book.” The Mistress let out a soft chuckle. “Not at all. But it does make me wonder... why that book?” She tilted her head, eyes flicking toward the fallen tome on healing, then back to Lyra. “You had your pick of poisons, curses, and delightful little hexes… but you chose healing. Sentimental. Predictable.”

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

Dane scrambled to gather her clothes, covering herself in shame and outrage before fleeing the room. And then it was silent again. Only me. Only the wine. And the name that refused to leave my mind... Majori.

A pure and simple desire that HE immediately granted. “Very well, but since HE already gave you HIS blessing. Why don’t we see something no, someone that you knew, yet you are unaware of who she really is. The person you also treasure and one of your best friends, yet in this loop and world, she is considered as a princess.” Now caught in a spiral of like a poetical game. Daniela’s mind is running in between the people closest to her to be the one that s hiding a secret that she isn’t allowed to know, but she is destined to find it all out.