Slay The Princess Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

I clawed at her wrists, eyes darting to Valentina — but she stood frozen, head still bowed. The princess hurled me to the floor. My skull cracked against stone. “Ahh!” I screamed “When the prince asks for a slave,” she said, smoothing her dress, “make sure it’s her.” Valentina’s voice was taut. “Yes, my princess.” Tears scalded my cheeks. I didn’t want to go to him. I’d seen what he did. The princess gave me one last, hateful glance. “No slave will ever outshine me. Never.” With a flick of her skirts, she stormed out.

I whisper. My plan is simple: I’m going to use myself as a diversion to distract whoever’s out there, hopefully giving the princess a chance to recover or escape. At the very least, I want to buy her as much time as I can. Princess Sylvia’s eyes widen in shock. “You idiot!” She whispers, quickly realizing my plan. “Don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to do! You’re going to get Spencer killed!” I breathe out a sigh, looking around frantically. I know the princess’s words are just a reflection of her real concern for me. Even blinded by momentary weakness, Spencer would be just fine, and we both know it. He’s too powerful to be taken down.

She yanked my hand away from Slade swiftly and struck him across the face. I breathed out, blinking severally. I wanted to yell that I could decide for myself and didn't need someone to find me a mate. I wanted to scream that I was present, and they weren't allowed to talk about me like I was a commodity. I wanted to yell about many things, but I didn't. Or, instead, I couldn't. Prince Damien jumped down from the stage and drew out a sword I didn't know he had until now. He pointed it towards Slade and murmured. "A duel to the death? And you can have her if you win."

Safe said, extending her hand. I glanced at it, debating if I should wrap mine in it or not. “Let's be friends; I can sense a great pair between us," she said, and my belly flustered. "Friends?” I gasped, shocked at her proposal. Why would the Lycan princess want to be friends with me? Perhaps she has no idea that I am her brother’s sex slave. “I am Alpha Killian and Lucian's sex slave," I blurted out. She tilted her head and shrugged.

Her body was still, and her muscles relaxed. Dynamere moved closer and lifted the dagger into the air. Once she was done here, she would kill the snivelling Princess next, then the King, and before word got to the Prince, she would have one last taste of him. Then she would end him next. Icran would take her as his Queen and they would rule the Kingdom together.

His green eyes followed us as we walked into the room and he had a mischievous smile on his face. I wasn’t excited to see him. I knew he was going to do something stupid again. “Oh. If it isn’t my favorite person in the world,” Finn greeted as he rose from the chair. “The Lycan King himself, Dane Haynes.” King Dane was holding my hand tight. He didn’t seem pleased by my brother’s greeting. “Why are you here, Slater?” He demanded. Finn chuckled as he walked towards us. “I’m sorry about last time. And I’m not here to take her away from you anymore,” he said.

She told him as she felt heat rising in her. “My dear princess, I have no desire to kill you. I plan to impregnate you. I plan to kill your husband, the prince. I will stop his bloodline while making mine stronger than ever with our offspring,” he said, touching her chest with the back of his grimy, smelly hand. Alicia struggled to free herself.

He purred at her playfully. "Nothing," she told him and ran her fingers though his hair. "What's going on out here?" I heard Sylar ask as he opened the door. Silas looked towards him and smirked. "My fledgling kicked Lyle's fledgling's ass," he told him and smirked. "So that's your fledgling? The girl from last night...." Sylar's eyes scanned her over. She giggled as she looked towards Sylar. "Yeah, I'm his new princess." She told him.

I blurted out (I was the shameless one trying to do the forbidden things that could make our etiquette teacher Mrs Hayes faint). "He freed me and I tried making a deal with him which backfired," I said gruffly "You tried making a deal with a prince? Maeve! You can't outscheme a freaking prince!" She slapped me lightly. Well, how could she blame me when I slit my wrist and offered the man my blood and also did some other things I didn't dare revisit. I thought after whatever had possessed me had cleared, I could use it to my advantage. But she was right, he was a prince and not the regular one but the Shadow Prince. I might have overestimated my abilities.