Stealing Princes Novels & Stories

“I just, I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t,” He broke off, shaking his head. I stood abruptly, pacing once, the anger in my body needing movement. “They must pay,” I said, voice low. “This is not a private betrayal. This is treason.” Richard’s head lifted slightly. “Treason,” I repeated, turning back to him. “Do you understand what that means? Passing off another man’s children as the Crown Prince’s heirs isn’t just extortion. It’s an attempt to usurp the crown. It’s a deliberate fraud aimed at the line of succession.”

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

Lewis didn't just own me. He owned everything. The police? Paid off. The college staff? Terrified of him. I was trapped. A princess locked in a castle built from blood and power. And the dragon guarding me didn't want to protect me. He wanted to consume me. I curled tighter into myself, whispering the same useless prayer into the darkness. "Please...someone save me." But no one ever came. And Lewis would never let me go. Not alive. Or so that was what I thought.

Mr. Smith stood quietly in the throne room, his eyes lowered in shame, his voice trembling as he began to speak. The weight of the truth sat heavy on his shoulders, and the presence of the Queen, King, and Wilson only made it harder to confess. “We are sorry, Your Highness,” he said, his voice strained. “It was Wilson who offered us money to steal Princess Emily. Since the day our son was killed… for stealing…we’ve been grieving. Wilson came to us during our weakest moment. He told us that if we took the child and raised her as ours, we would be given wealth, protection, a new life. We were desperate. We thought we were doing the right thing.”

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

Alex shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, "Cut the chatter. You think Ms. Emerson would dangle a fortune just for kicks? If this guy's the real deal, he's your golden ticket out of debt. "But let's get one thing straight–not just any guy with a moon on his skin can clear the slate. "We've had jokers try to pass off fakes before, clueless about where the real deal should be. They just slapped on a crescent and called it real."

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself, Princess." The sudden voice made Seraphina jump, but she did not panic. She turned her head and saw Lucan, the youngest prince, walking out from behind a large willow tree. He was carrying a small leather notebook under his arm, and his dark hair was a bit messy from the wind. He didn't look angry or mean. He just looked curious, his calm eyes studying her bare feet dipping into the cold water

Prince Stev fell from the air to the ground in a painful drop, clutching his abdomen in pain. Not one sound was made in the arena. Glovia clutched her chest, silently urging Stev to stand up. She watched as he struggled, pulling himself up just to collapse again. Prince Luther ambled towards his brother, his arms stretched out to deliver the final blow. Prince Stev still hadn't gained his balance and was very slow to his feet. Glovia closed her eyes just as Prince Luther raised his sword, unwilling to watch as he delivered the final blow to his brother. But the collective gasp that sounded around the arena caused her to quickly open her eyes again. She watched in shock, mouth agape, as Princ