The Forgotten Princess Book Novels & Stories

This woman hadn’t bothered to reach out to me in the five years since the last message she sent disowning me. I had completely forgotten that she lived in this godforsaken place. In my head, she and Richard were off living their lives free of me and my disgraceful life choices. It never crossed my mind that the publicity would call her attention to me. Damn it. She probably thinks now that I’ve married someone richer, now that I have my own money, that this is the perfect time for her to swoop in and get whatever she wants from me. Well fuck that, and fuck her.

White roses lined the halls, guards pinned silver wolf badges to their jackets, and every window in the main house blazed with light. Serena was back. The sister who had run from the altar, forced me into her wedding dress, and still somehow remained the daughter everyone loved had finally returned to New York. I entered the code at the front door. Red flashed on the screen. [Denied.] I tried again. [Denied.] In my last life, this had happened too. The day Serena came home, every code in the manor changed: the front door, the wine cellar, the private elevator. Everything was reset to her birthday.

Hey everyone! I am excited to announce that The Timekeeper Dynasty Series will continue with "The Hidden Princess- The Fae Timekeeper Princess." The series will continue under this book, and will pick up with Crysanthi's POV on the day she met Princess Genevieve from this point forward. I look forward to taking this adventure with you all, and hope that you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy telling it! Please feel free to leave gems and comments to let me know how much you enjoy the story. I thoroughly enjoy reading through your comments! Thank you all once again for taking this journey with me!

Upon learning that I had changed my name, he did a little digging and found out the truth about college. Someone blew the whistle on Tanner. The school expelled him. The administration hoped to bring me back, but once they heard that I had ended my life, the matter was dropped. Wandering in the big city with no purpose in life, Tanner spiraled hard into gambling. By the time I drifted back to Jean’s side, she was having poker night with her girls, chatting between hands. The conversations among the village women often revolved around three topics. Husbands, children, and the land were the only things they knew.

And I hated just how natural command looked on him, and how much I understood why they obeyed. My hand found a spine I had not meant to touch. The Lunar Trials: Forgotten Queens of the Northern Packs. I read the title twice before my fingers closed around the book. Forgotten queens. The word lodged in my throat like a promise. The cover was heavy, dark blue leather, silver faded to pewter. When I opened it the scent of old paper rose up, dust and ink and something older. I found myself getting lost as I stared at the page for a second, and it was then that I genuinely forgot that I was in the Alpha’s office at all.

A malicious grin creeps onto Calebs face as his eyes darken, making him look murderously insane as he tilts his head to the side looking the Alpha in the eyes. "Your dear princess, of course" Caleb informs us in a calm tone. Too calm for the situation he was currently in, something felt off. "Princess?" My father raises a brow at him "Oh, it really is a pack secret if the big bad Beta doesn't even know" Caleb chuckles "Your dear sweet princess, future Luna, Talia" He eyes me waiting for a reaction like he'd just dropped the biggest gossip bomb going. I couldn't hold the cocky grin that appeared on my face, he had no idea of who knew what within our pack to be so smug.

I took whiff and finally a sip of the hot drink. “He’s down. Unicorn in hand. Though, I question the unicorn itself and why his name is Fitz.” Zach walked in and sat down on the other stool. I moved the second mug toward him. “For one, it’s Fitzgerald. One of the characters in his book who happens to be a knight. Very important character in this house.” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through a folder until I found the photo I was looking for. Handing my phone to Zach, he looked at the photo and his head cocked to the side.

And only the reality of the forbidden be witness by the Princesses itself was the purest of the truth. Hovever, the Princesses have long gone, and never been seen that day. Only the traces of the more coflicted and classical of a books remain in the comfort of the library. Which for unknwon reason, the King find shocking and disastrous, and even made the library be restrict even to himself. “Why father go so far to hide this magnificient sight?” I panted, couldn't believe the knowledge that brought upon entering. The portrait really hard to even grasp, yet the moment I give up it becoming clearer and clearer. There multiple faces distinguish from each other, looks so highly and bear the pres

As he grew older, he became meeker and meeker and it was becoming harder by the day to differentiate him who was a prince from an ordinary servant that was serving in the royal palace. Well, it was not his fault in any way, since he was the forgotten prince in the kingdom, there was no budget whatsoever that was being allocated to him. He had to learn how to take care of himself and he had to learn ways to earn money and get food if he wanted to survive. His life was a living hell in the royal palace. However, there was one good thing that came with being the forgotten and worthless prince. Since no one cared about him and thought that he could never even hope to amount to any thing was that

“I wouldn’t let it get over my head. I would never carve emotions on stones. I would bury them deep in the earth, long submerged beneath waterfalls until it fades away.” “There was a story I heard lately and I thought it might be of use to you. Do you know the lost Princess who was shamed by her family into nothingness? They don’t want her because when she was born, all the servants present died. They said the mother never wanted such a monster to be born. The tale might be a truth or a lie. Something that might help you decide or drown you in thoughts.”