Reaper Princess Novels & Stories

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

“That fairness of yours could stir up war among the princes or kings. Thine fairness above all else is thine curse ye need to bare.” Princess Alminah smiled. “I have been counseled of that too, shetai. My twin Leera wilt be with me to neutralize that curse who can stole men’s affection over the fairness of the skin I bare.” “Leera?” King asked. “Yea.” Princess nodded showing to him her shoulder. There, a metal wrapped around it which bore two heads of snake. “This is Leera.” “This made my heart felt easy, Princess.” “Worry not about the matter, shetai. My Prince loves me of surety not because of the curse.”

I am no longer a lost princess. I am a Queen. Queen of the Underworld. ***

She sat in a luxurious chair, legs crossed, smiling at the camera. “Hello, little sister,” she said smoothly. “I hear you’ve been busy killing our family. Sophia. Luca. Marcus. You’ve been quite the busy bee. But I’m not like them. I don’t make mistakes.” She leaned forward. “You have twenty-four hours to hand over the empire and divorce the Reaper. Or I’ll take everything you love. Starting with your new husband. I’ll make you watch while I cut him apart piece by piece. Just like Father taught me.”

Kael didn't ask. He stood. Three steps brought him to the side of the bed. This close, I could smell him — iron and pine and something dangerous underneath, something that made the mark on my neck pulse once, hard. "You're mine now," he said. "No one touches you. No one speaks against you." His eyes held mine, dark and absolute. "Do you understand?" The words should have been a comfort. Coming from anyone else, they might have been. But this was the Reaper King, and I had watched him take a man's head off mid-sentence. The arm that had lifted me from the blood could just as easily put me back in it.

All the years of playing the devoted, patient mistress the nights she had let Adrian use her body while he thought of Cecilia, the lies, the swaps, the prison time it all boiled over in this moment. “You will fix this,” she snarled into the phone. “Double the payment. Triple it. I don’t care. Make the next one undeniable. I want her in the hospital. I want her broken. And if the child gets caught in it this time… so be it. Just make sure Cecilia suffers. Make her regret ever coming back.” Reaper was silent for a beat. “This is getting messy. Higher risk means higher price. And I don’t do children as primary targets.”

Lian whispered, shocked and troubled breaths; Was his eyes red, I swear I saw them change, who is this, but what is this thing, is he human like us or what, oh my God what did I get myself into, his words were entering my heart like bullets I can almost feel her pain really, no no no no I won't stay in this Hell another moment, I'll escape from this hell before something happens to me Princess Lian returned to the kingdom of the winds, swearing to forget everything, as she decided to rebel against her father and not enter any races again, once is enough for her and one loss is enough for her

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

The last time I was the center of attention, I was banished. They all looked at each other and even before mother spoke, I knew that I could not escape from this welcome party. This was required of me as their daughter. I was no longer Sophia the maid but Sophia the daughter of the Lycan king and queen of the North. I was now a princess and I must behave like one and fulfill my duties. It was a burden I have to live with for the rest of my life.

His mind reeled, and for a brief moment, he thought he was staring at a ghost. “Who are you?” Arnold asked, breaking the silence. Sophia’s gaze remained fixed on John, who stood up out of shock, both smitten and terrified. “Sophia,” he stammered, his voice barely audible. Sophia stepped forward, her voice steady with a deep edge. “I am Sophia Martins," she said, her glare piercing through John. "Get out of my chair.”