Novel & Cerita The Beloved Little Princess

"The little princess is a child born as a ruler and the ultimate heir to the throne of this kingdom and he is also born with a special gift. She is a target for many who seek to use her power for their gain. To keep him safe, we have to limit his exposure to the outside world, and that includes you, my love." I was taken aback by this revelation. I had no idea that my child has a special gift, I felt a pang of guilt for not knowing, for not doing enough to protect the little prince. The alpha noticed the look on my face and took my hand in his. "Don't worry, my love. We will keep her safe, no matter what. But for now, we have to keep him hidden from prying eyes." I nodded, feeling a sense of

I keep on going, seeing the little girl shaking her head, she knows they love the princess. "'We love you so much little princess,' the king assures her, 'We never want to lose you little princess,' the queen adds," I keep on going seeing the face of Melody change with the story, I chose this one for a reason, if she ever want to run away, she could hide in the closet, and she should know they love her. "The little princess finally believed everyone loves her, and hugged her mommy and daddy," I say ending the story, Melody smiles and claps, I'm starting with easy stories, not much into them, we'll read her more deep stories when she gets more used to us.

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.

he said, voice dropping into that low, soothing storyteller tone he used when he knew I needed comfort. “Once upon a time… there was a brave little princess who lived in a big, beautiful house by the water. She had the brightest smile in the whole kingdom, and eyes that sparkled like the pool lights at night. Everyone loved her because she was kind and funny and had the biggest heart anyone had ever seen.” I smiled into his skin—snuggling closer.

I lowered my head and kissed the top of her hair once. Then once more. Issa made a sound in her throat. Satisfied. I wrapped both arms around her. My princess melted instantly. All her bones disappeared. All that was left was a soft cheek, shallow breaths, and one little foot that still kicked the air now and then because her brain hadn’t gotten the memo that the war was over. “Mommy,” she said quietly. “Hm?” “Mr. Sweater has a castle.” “I remember.” “He said I’m a princess.”

I turn to leave, laughing at the fiery she-wolf that made my life so much more bearable as a teenager. "Yes, Mrs. Matilda. I'll be sure to take good care of Leena." "Keep in touch! Don't be a stranger!" With a final wave, I close the door behind me and head back to the royal chambers. Which has a cheerful sound to it. I walk in with my stack of books to see Leena dancing around in just a pair of panties and nothing else while singing along to some song in her head. When she twirls around again, she catches a glimpse of me and squeals out of embarrassment. I set the books down on the end table next to the sofa in front of the fireplace.

We all walked towards the pack house, and once there, the doors opened, and the children, young teens, pregnant women, and the elderly poured out of the house and onto the lawn. "Luna." A little boy called. I had met him earlier and comforted him before the attack. He now threw himself into my arms in relief. "We saw you save us." he added. "That's my job, little man." I smiled as I ruffled his hair. "My Mama says you're not just a Luna. You're a princess." he whispered his eyes wide. "Oh really, am I?" I asked, teasing him gently. "You are. I just know it because you're so pretty." he replied, playing with my tangled muddy hair.

"..That's because you're also a princess and princesses don't toil the streets at night. They remain in their beautiful palace and sleep peacefully" "But I don't leave in a palace" The little girl retorted. "Yeah, I know that... That's why I'm gonna buy all of these flowers so you can return back to your home, which is now your palace because you're now a princess" "Really, mister?" The little girl beamed with excitement. "Of course, princess" Joel said taking the flowers from her and pulling out some cash that's way more than the cost of the flowers. "Here, have it and go home! And make sure you sleep as a princess"

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

"Bro, that is absolutely diabolical. But wait... how do you even handle being that close to him? You're literally pretending to be his boyfriend? Touching him and stuff?" I shrugged, trying to act like it was nothing, though a sudden, weird twitch happened in my chest at his question. I brushed it off. "It's just a game, a means to an end. A pretty face is still a pretty face, and a butt hole is still a hole. It's not that deep. He’s totally innocent, so it’s nearly pitiful how easy it is to make him blush." “I’m nearly in awe at how committed you are to hating,” he praised. “If you put this much effort and commitment into studying, you'd have easily made a passing grade.”