Reaper Princess Novels & Stories

Xavier mocked, following his chilling smile irritated the reaper. "I am here because of the mess you two have created in the hell. You two don't belong here. And don't play with the humans," Joseph, the reaper growled, looking at Xavier, and with one swish of his fingers, the environment changed to normal. No one did not feel something was wrong or suspicious, and the woman again started straddling Xavier. "Reaper, you are so biased. Next to you, the hell king is sitting and smoking leisurely. But you are putting your finger on me only," Xavier said, and teased the woman, rubbing her perked nipple with his finger.

As we walked further into the studio, my head turned from side to side, gawking at the cameras, and lights and watching people moving around at a fast pace. Kimberly stopped in front of two men and two women. "Hello guys, this is our contest winner, Rhea Knight now known as Princess Rhea Borbon-Anjou of Spain." "Hello, Rhea. It's nice to meet the face behind those beautiful words." One of the women said. She was all smiles and giddy, making me assume that she was the youngest among them. The others took my hand in handshakes, congratulating me on my win.

A LOT. Anyway, enough of that. Let's focus on what happened after that. When I opened my eyes, I thought I died because I don't feel anything, nonetheless I'm still right. Yes, I died, but I got reincarnated as Frielle Marcia Madrigal Fortess. Of course, at first, I'm confused to the point that all I could think of is 'What the fuck?' But, after a few weeks, I finally gathered myself and realized some things: first, the fact that I got reincarnated into what seems like another world. Second, I'm now a duchess, an 18-year-old single lady, and is currently the third's most powerful woman in the kingdom. Third, I'm an orphan in this world, my parents died when I'm just 15. Fourth, the dukedom h

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

For what felt like an eternity, Kiara Astesson Hyperion stood motionless before the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was not the broken woman who had accepted death beneath the ruins of a burning church. It was the face of a sixteen-year-old princess. Smooth skin. Bright crimson eyes. Long raven-black hair cascading down her back. No scars. No chains. No loneliness. Her trembling hand slowly rose to touch her own cheek. Warm. Alive. "...I really came back."

"You'll handle the presentation at the launch, Valentina." I was stunned. "Why does it have to be me?" Stefano replied, "You're the Marketing Director of DeepBlue Technology, so this falls under your responsibility. You can also use this opportunity to prove to the world that DeepBlue Technology has the charisma to match its technical expertise." I instantly grasped his intention. My identity as the Principessa of a mafia famiglia was a strategic advantage right now. I didn't turn him down and accepted his suggestion. Stefano then took out an envelope from his pocket and said, "I want you to have this."

] Alcina turned toward the voice and took her first breath without the machinery that had been keeping her alive, it kept her from taking the wrong step because she moved toward it and chose to live. A few days later Ricci was sitting tapping on his laptop working on plan for a starting up a new business when something made him look up at Alcina, she had lain so still looking like a real-life Sleeping Beauty for months. Her golden hair was in a thick braid over her shoulder and her arms were by her sides on the top of the covers, the only difference between her and the Disney Pri

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

To say that I was impressed by how at one they were with nature was an understatement. "Princess Shaylee Fayette, the members of Moon Rain are here to meet with you," Cerulean called out as he shut the door behind us. As if the simplicity of the treehouse wasn't shocking enough, there was who the Princess turned out to be. Maybe we all thought we'd walk in to see a spoiled brat sitting on a thrown, but instead, the woman doing the dishes grabbed a towel, dried off her hands, and started walking towards us. Her long white hair went to her knees and it made her olive skin sparkle. She looked to be around the same height as Roxie and Jo, so maybe 5'8"? Her eyes matched every other fairy we had

With these thoughts, Lesana fell asleep. They left the next morning. Kref Eilisha turned out to be a young beautiful woman. Next to the disfigured Kleskh, next to the cold, as if carved from stone, Donatos, the guardian looked like a tender lily of the valley between two dry burdocks. She had white, blush-lit skin, thin, high eyebrows, and long eyelashes that Lesana had never seen in her life. It seemed that if they blinked faster and more often, the Autumn One would take off. But her eyes were very cold. And when the beautiful hands of the sorceress threw off the head of the cape, the girl could hardly contain her surprised exclamation - the woman's flaxen hair turned out to be cut as short