Novel & Cerita Rejected Princesses

But Aunt Rae said that she’d been living for hundreds of years now. She doesn’t age…like the air. I stood proudly with my chin up and confident. I am the Alpha King’s daughter not to mention that my mother is the feared Hope Trinity, no one could ever make me feel small. I went to her and offered my hand. “Hi! My name’s H—” “Get your things. Bring them to the living room. You’ll sleep on the couch.” And then she turned her back to me and begin walking back inside, leaving me stunned.

“ But…..wasn’t it forbidden for the two lessons to be combined together ? “ asked Angelo confused . “ Of course it was forbidden but……….the princess didn’t care . She loved learning new things just like you . “ said Antonio and poke his small nose in a playing way making Angelo laugh . “ Then , the princess….. “ asked Angelo super interested . “ The princess………she was a very rebellious character . She didn’t like dresses and other shiny sparkle things like the other princesses did . They enjoyed wearing them and focus on the bride training while the princess didn’t want to be a bride at all . Even though she didn’t wore those dresses , jewels , high-hills and other stuff , items often , she

The priest turned toward me, and someone put a mic in front of me so everyone could hear my vow clearly. I took a deep breath and smiled sweetly at Shawn before opening my mouth and repeated what I had told him during my birthday. “I, Arabella Fallon, the Alpha Princess of the royal pack, the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Shawn Evander, the Alpha of the Battleclaw Banes Pack, as my mate.” The priest and everyone were shocked when they heard my words of rejection. “Princess Arabella, why did you reject your fated mate?” the priest asked me in shock.

A slight curtsy was her gesture to the King. “It was good to see you, King Rahman. May I present to you myself, Princess Naya of Oceanid Kingdom of the North, the rejected mate of your son, Prince Takif of Hirudinea Annelida Kingdom.” Everybody’s jaws seemed to fall out of their faces, including me. I gape in awe at the lady before me. Rejected, she said? So, that means I was not the only fool around here. I smirked at the irony of that idea.

None of the present ladies would genuinely accept a concubine, but they didn't want their sons to be denied the right to take one if desired. After all, if Carissa failed to bear a son, wouldn't that mean the potential end of their line? Rebecca seized the opportunity to voice her grievances, painting Carissa as arrogant, jealous, and disrespectful. She argued that if Carissa hadn't returned with military achievements, she would have been universally condemned as a jealous, discarded woman. Rebecca, Eleanor, and Isabella were relentless, with the grand princess taking the lead in slandering Carissa. In less than an hour, Carissa quickly became a figure of universal scorn among most ladies.

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate. I knew the princess doesn't not want to marry another person than her mate, she wanted to marry her real mate, but her real mate had another lady who was not his mate, how could she leave him when she had search all over to find her mate but she found him, and he rejected her the first day they met. Remembering how happy that day was, I couldn't do anything for her. I could only look at the sadness in her eyes as she was rejected but she d

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

One of the princesses, a mixture of amusement and disdain tugging at her lips, retorted, "Ah, the rebel speaks again. But it is in our very nature to embrace the roles bestowed upon us, to fulfill our duties with honor and grace." Undeterred, Princess Omana's gaze held steady as she met her critic's gaze. "I refuse to be confined to a life of mere subservience," she proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of her convictions. "I harbor dreams and aspirations that extend far beyond the gilded walls of this palace. I will carve my own path, even if it means defying the conventions that bind us." A palpable unease settled upon the gathering, as the princesses grappled with a mix of admiration

she demands. Rejecting someone in front of a multitude of guests would be utterly humiliating. It's not something that our human mate doesn't deserve though. Everyone knows she tried to kill the Princess. No one will pity her. "If that is what will earn us your trust then we shall make an arrangement to reject our mate in front of all the guests," Tiras tells and the Princess finally smiles. * * * * * * IRA's Pov