Surviving As An Illegitimate Princess Novels & Stories

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Getting my hand out was a hassle, when I finally brought it out, the ring had stopped and it was an unfamiliar phone. I attempted to put it back on and stubbornly, it didn’t come on, then it came back to life. I curiously swiped up and a message was left on it. —In less than few hours, the princess would be left fatherless— My breath hitched. I felt like I forgot how to breath, temporarily. It was me. I knew. But who? I wanted to know who owned the phone. I looked at the phone again, swiped through the message and the one that caught my eye was —too bad, she doesn’t know the First Lady is still alive.

"In fact, we're required to. Royal law is clear." "This is insane." Selene looks around wildly. "You're all insane. I'm carrying a royal child. You can't just throw me out." "The child may be biologically royal," I say. Standing. "But it was conceived through violence. Through assault. That makes it illegitimate. And you? You're a criminal." "Says the rogue who trapped three princes." Selene's mask is gone now. Pure venom showing through. "You're no better than me. Worse, actually. At least I admit what I want."

Ah, certainly he can't stand dirty meat. She closed her eyes resolving to her fate, anyway she knew for a long time that she would not live long, she was the illegitimate daughter of the king with the impure blood of a slave. Holy? Just a subterfuge before killing her once the real saint appeared. Everything was so well put together, so whether it was today or tomorrow, she expects death. Let's get this over with quickly. She finished her bath wearing the dress that this woman swung over her face and then they handed her a meal tray. Bread with water.

He insisted. “And what is it to you?!” she spat in annoyance, partially turning in annoyance to glower at him. “Why do you care so much about an illegitimate princess that the people will reject anyway?!” “I know that you detest her mother so much, Ursula. Well, you have had your revenge. Please, let the child live. She has done you no wrong." Lucas pleaded.

I state, watching his eyes widen in shock. "Wait, a prisoner!” He nearly shouts, causing me to shush him. After making Sky promise not to repeat what I just told him to anyone else, I relax back into my chair and swing it turn it from side to side. "Everyone assumes that I lived a life of luxury when I went missing or that I had died. But as I have said many times, I grew up in the slums. I had to steal to stay alive and one day I got caught. After that, I was sent to Prison.” Explaining my past to someone I can trust lifts a weight from my shoulder, causing me to feel lighter than before. The struggles I faced as a child forced me to grow up faster than most children and it is why taking co

I replied. “He was not. He was the illegitimate son of the king. The king and his mate accepted him because his mother tricked the king with magic into sleeping with her and she turned up pregnant. They never blamed him for his mother's actions. He happened to look almost identical to his half-brother and he would pretend to be him. He wanted the throne, and he tried several times to obtain it but, in the end, he was killed for trying to assassinate the king and queen.” Rhashad explained. “That must be the loophole that they found to rule that the contract was void. It does not matter I will have Aerian. I was promised the next girl, and I will have what is mine.” I stated.

Because she and I were so alike – except she, apparently, had gotten all the luck. We’d both been orphan werewolves in the human world, but she’d been raised by a loving foster family while I was abused and returned to the orphanage over and over. She had a wolf, and had even begun shifting on her own, unlike my useless, wolfless self. She had a fiancée who wanted her – a mate, presumably, since it wouldn’t make sense for Kael not to be the princess’s mate. Oh, and she was the long-lost princess of the entire werewolf world. There was that, too.

Three years of hand-holding under the table, stolen kisses behind the training yard. He was going to be Alpha. I was going to be his Luna. That was the plan. Most of the girls in the pack thought the Prince's surrogate program was an opportunity. They whispered about it in the kitchens with clasped hands and bright eyes. Imagine living in the palace, imagine eating royal food every day, and if the Prince ever woke up, imagine being his Luna Queen. A fairy tale with a sleeping prince, and all you had to do was lie down next to him and carry his child.