Slay The Princess Rule 34 Novels & Stories

He was by her side just yesterday and today everything that she was used to was so out of reach. She was the dear Princess of Ehan, who grew up to be as smart as she was pretty. Her eyes twinkled with a spark and hesitancy when he first saw her in the Ehan court. The woman who escaped from the King’s beast, the woman the King had marked to be his. But why was she so unfortunate? She had killed him... “Princess.” Rurik, who approached her, grabbed her shoulder slightly. It was only then that Laylin noticed the existence of her knight and the witch behind him.

Queen Rules was boldly written on the cover in a stylish font. "Rule number one, As my slave, you are meant to satisfy me physically and sexually." She said licking her lower lip.

“Instead, I will marry Meandra. And in doing so, she will no longer be bound by the chains of slavery or silence. She will be my equal—my wife.” The silence that followed was sharp. Then came the disapproval. The kings—three of them—stood to protest. But the final voice, the oldest and sternest among them, raised his hand. “This cannot be allowed to proceed without consideration,” the last king said, gray eyes locked on me. “A slave cannot rise to royalty without earning it.” “She has earned it,” I growled. But he was unmoved. “I cannot let this happened. When it was my turn to have her, you think you can swoop in an keep her for yourself”.

“My king, I was just telling the runt where she belongs. She came here without permission. If you want, I will take her to the dungeons.” A nerve ticked in Kyrios’ jaw. “You’re right Slade. This isn’t her room. But you have no right to lay your hands on my mate.” The words were a claim, a brand of possession. Slade recognized it and he trembled. He tried to cover it up. “My king, I didn’t...” Kyrios’ cold gaze silenced him. He bowed. “It’ll never repeat itself again, my prince.” “See that it doesn’t, general Slade or else it’ll be your head.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, as she awaited a response from the hesitant king on the other end of the line. With a hint of satisfaction in her voice, the female asked, "Do I have your attention now?" She knew, without a doubt, that her statement had piqued the King's interest. She was a master at captivating an audience, whether it was through her words or her unwavering confidence. As she waited for a response, her mind began to race with possibilities, knowing that this was her moment to get rid of that bitch. With this decisive action, she could finally rid herself of that whore of a princess for good. She would once again have her man all to herself, knowing that she would ultimately

The princess, though sheltered by the walls of the palace, ventured into the forbidden territory of the gladiator's heart. As their encounters continued, Maximus and Callista discovered a harmonious rhythm—a delicate balance of vulnerability and strength. Each touch, each caress, spoke volumes of the unspoken language that bound them. In those stolen moments, they were not defined by their respective roles—a gladiator and a princess—but by the authenticity of their connection.

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.

~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 screamed as they drag me in the middle of the room. "We're just going to play like we used to before. Why are you so scared, Princess?" The man who forced fed me threatened. Two of the men holding my arms pinned me against the floor. I desperately tried to pry my arms away from them, but it only felt like my arms would pop out of their sockets. "Let me go! Please! I'll fucking eat the food!" I desperately tried to negotiate. "Too late for that, Princess." He said as he pinned my legs down, his nails digging into my thighs.

Laura batted dark lashes at Sebastian, looking appalled. The king blew out an exasperated breath, as if he had to deal with these outbursts often. “Vampires should not bully their own kin, and as a princess, Laura, you should not behave so recklessly.” The king snapped his fingers, and another man in brown leather armor arrived and bowed. “Confine Laura to her room for three days, so that she may reflect on her actions this day.” “Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.”