Seven Princesses Of Heart Novels & Stories

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

She leaned back on the door and dropped to the ground as she felt her head going round in circles. Why the hell did he do that? Eleanor grunted lightly when she recalled the feel of his lips on hers. She still can't quite understand why he'd do that. It's so absurd. She stood up from the ground shaking her head vigorously like she wanted to shut the thoughts off her mind. This can't be happening. She has to find a way to stop it. No one must know of it, it's only gonna put her in more trouble than ever. There's Sabrina, the wicked Princess who hates her for nothing. There's the Queen, who detests her the most than any other royal in the castle. There's the king, his brother, Elliot. She's on

Broken-hearted Queen had nothing to do but to pray and to cry , she had lost her last hope to bear a child how can she when the king didnot care about her exsitence anymore . One night after crying long enough that her eyes were engraved by dark ashes of sadness, falling to the tough floor again , that was never soft for her fragile body yet it was more comforting to her heart than her king would . A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talk

She leans in and places a small kiss to my cheek. The rage coming from the king has me smiling, he never takes his eyes off his daughter. Who at no point changes the uninterested expression on her beautiful face. The queen looks afraid, the tremor in her hand is visible to anyone paying attention. Evanka stands to the left of the Queen looking every bit the Princess she is, except for one thing: her eyes.

Semi-conscious of what really happened, Baekhyun and Chen woke up as the girl's body fell at the feet of Damontry holding her heart between her bloodied palm. She left him on the ground, wiping her hands on her clothes as if she had done nothing, she spoke in a raspy and strange voice. “We have overthrown two from the Western Kingdom, is there more!!” Qin flinched as he shook his head in denial, “There are only two princesses and the Third Prince was already killed by one of them.” "Come on, we still have a little time." Damontry walked in front and Chen narrowed his eyes when he noticed her strange behavior and finally the ends of her hair turning brown, he and Baekhyun followed silentl

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

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.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

“Everything, Kairos. When my father died in combat, she was the first one to offer to take me in. She got me into Alpha Academy, despite the fact I am not a High Alpha or even from the families of Knights. She did it all. I cannot let her down by not allowing the Princess a chance at my hand.” Kairos nodded slowly, reveling in the silence. He took another drag of his cigarette before holding it in his lungs and speaking. “She could take my hand, you know,” Thorne sailed his fist into Kairos’s shoulder, causing Kairos to choke on the smoke in his lungs. Then, he burst into laughter. He punched Thorne back. Thorne sat on the log and dropped his head into his hands again. “Not fucking helping,”

I need my heart, and my heart is staying in my chest right where it belongs. The Slavegirl turned in the direction of the royal wynd up high where all the royals were seated. She wanted the King to give her the go-ahead to kill me and in that moment, my eyes randomly rested on the Alpha Princess, Anita. She had arrived and she gazed at me now with a worried expression on her face while she stood and watched. The Alpha King gestured for the Slavegirl to proceed so she turned back to look at me now. She growled at me proudly and then she smiled as she raised her hand into the air in preparation to dump it into my chest and pull my heart out.