The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

Third Person's P.O.V "What?! Jasmine is Lord Fredrick's Daughter?" Micheal's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he was nearing nor anyone else in the room could. It was so sudden that it left everyone in disbelief and somehow in denial. "Yes, she is," Martha said, "She is the princess of the Vaidel dynasty whom none had ever seen, the only daughter of Lord Fredrick and Queen Katherine— Jasmine Doloris Winchester. " "What the hell are you talking about? The princess was found dead beside Queen Katherine's body." Elijah decided to speak.

The partiality of the audition was gone as everyone tried to praise her as to curry favor to the daughter of the president of Lou Group. Winnie Lou started her act. She chose the part where the female lead found out that her emperor husband betrayed her for a mistress. She found out that he was just using her to get the power. Now that he's already at the throne, he wanted her gone so that his mistress, his old lover, would be the empress.

Kingston ordered, and Brent obliged, tight-lipped and muttering as he dragged a still arguing Alba out the door. The princess didn’t move. It hardly registered when Kingston reached her side and guided her to the chaise longue. Why would the people not know about all her hard work? She sacrificed daily for them and fought for the Parliament to focus on the good of the kingdom, their military, and their future generations. Why would they not know? “Have a drink, Ma’am,” Kingston urged and pressed a filled wine glass into her hand. She sipped it quite automatically. After a second thought, she chugged the wine until the glass was empty and the disbelief wore off enough for her to speak.

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

She is a fucking black angel. “You are the lost princess.” mother whispered. “What? I am not a princess.” Aerian asked. “My birth pack is allied with both angel kingdoms. Twenty-three years ago, the princess of the west kingdom found her fated mate in the oldest prince of the east kingdom. He was next in line to be king. The kingdoms were overjoyed. They had wanted for many years to join through marriage, but it never worked out. Within a year the princess was pregnant. Both kingdoms were once again overjoyed. The prince was to take the throne shortly after the birth of the child. I am not sure what happened but a few days after the birth of the princess she vanished. The prince and princess

She says curiously. “I don’t think they could if they wanted to. I’ve been spelled. This bracelet is a protection charm.” he flashes a bracelet hidden by magic. “Can I see that?” She asks “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that” she says. “Sorry” he shakes his head no. “That's all I got of her” he sighs before getting up. “Leaving again?” She asks playing with his glass of wine before chugging it. “Yeah, I'm gonna try to find some research on spells for memory. Hell maybe I’ll even find a witch who can actually do it” his words cut through her like a knife. So bitter yet so sweet. What made him so heartless she thinks to herself.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

And just then, a sound interrupted us— a creak from the stairs shattered the spell. “Oh, crap, I forgot my phone!” Stella’s voice cut through, loud and oblivious. Anna’s eyes snapped to her, disappointment flashing across her face, mirroring my own frustration. Stella froze, her grin faltering as she caught the tension in the room. “Oh… I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. She darted to the kitchen, snatching her phone from the counter, then held it up with a nervous grin. “Got it! I’m gone!” She bolted back upstairs, her footsteps echoing.

With a sad smile grazing her lips, her eyes shut close, and she collapsed in Odessa's arms, the latter watching a teardrop drip from her eyes. The next day, the atmosphere I'm the Kingdom was filled with dull excitement from the party of the previous day; everyone had something to talk about. None of them knew that Princess Sunitra was back home or that an argument had happened between the royal family. Even the banishment of Prince Hakeem Malik was lost to them; the entire issue of the day prior was completely a secret to the inhabitants of Salem-Zul, but that wouldn't be for long.

"There is a rebellion brewing in Shambala, we also have the support of some other nations who are sympathetic to us, but they are too scared to oppose Tarekdeo openly." "And where does princess fits into all this?" "Once the rebels become strong enough there will be war. Princess will be their hope, their true ruler once the war is over. When the time comes, she will be revealed to the world. She is a beacon of hope for those fighting for her. They honestly believe that she would return someday." "But she doesn't remember anything, how do we prove that she is indeed the princess?" "Her memory will come back Prahsatha once she gets to see the familiar places or people. If it does not happen,