The Forgotten Princess Novels & Stories

An elderly minister whispered with trembling lips, "It... it cannot be..." Another noble shook his head. "Impossible..." "She died twenty years ago..." The emperor stared at Kyra as countless memories flooded his mind. Cherry blossoms drifting through the palace gardens. A promise that had never been fulfilled. He clenched his fists. "So history has chosen to repeat itself..." The words escaped his lips almost unconsciously. Only then did he whisper the name that haunted every member of the older generation. "...Princess Kiara Hyperion." The entire hall froze. The legendary princess whose death had forever changed the Empire.

It was a curse that makes The Little Princess do not believe in love. The little Princess hatred towards Princes starts when she got into an accident in her past making her forgets her memories. But an evil witch (which is The little Princess friend) triggered her memories making her remember that the arrogant Prince is actually part of her past. The little Princess first love..." Wave is pouting while listening to Peach's story time. Peach just shake her head and continue talking. "When she woke up, she never let the Prince leave her sight. And she promise to take care of the Prince.Because she once hurt the Prince--- I mean they hurt each other's feelings but now they are okay.

Frost said in a low voice and also picked up a small bag from the box that has gold coin inside it. Frost didn’t know how much she would be needing, so she decided to bring more gold coins for reassurance. She also found no information from the memories the Princess shared with her since the Princess once in a blue moon went out. The Princess was isolated. She felt sad whenever someone called her a cursed so she rarely goes out. So, it is really reasonable that Frost could not find any information. Wearing the black cloak, Frost stealthily jumps in the window of her room. She gracefully and almost soundlessly landed in the garden. She narrowed her eyes when she felt countless presence, hidin

me : no I don't want to know anything princess princess : your mom is alive me : what princess : yeah rishi your mom is alive let me say continuation me : but you should not cry princess : okay me : but say while hugging me like this only princess : hmm ****FLASHBACK**** I woke up after four years I didn't remembered anything even my name I remember only your name and the way I called you that's it doctor : how are you feeling dear me : who are you who am I what iam doing here who is rishi where is rishi doctor : see they were your parents me : who are they a boy : honey iam ansh see don't you remember me iam your brother me : no a lady : princess see mom remember me dear me : I'm unable to

Turning to look at the queen, she said, "her name is Katherine. Kathy for short." "Nice name" the queen replied before saying goodnight to Meela. When Meela got back home, she placed the princess on her bed and stared at her happily. She couldn't believe that her plan had been successful. Now, all she needed to do was to ensure that the princess never left the kingdom until the day she died. At first, she thought of killing the princess so her mind would be at rest and she would never have to worry about being discovered. But, she was afraid of the repercussions. She didn't know if killing the princess would lift the curse and she wasn't in a condition to go back to the forest and ask the wi

My eyes caught on the edge of a wrinkled, torn paper, the word princess sticking out like a splash of ink. Anyone with information about the missing princess, please report to Headmistress Yves. The princess was last seen eighteen years ago. Useful information will be compensated with a sum of $1,000,000. My breath caught. That amount of money was unheard of. Unimaginable in the places I grew up in. But eighteen years missing? That was a long time. How could one hold out hope for new information when it’d been that long? Eighteen years. My age.

I cross my arms, slowly shaking my head like that'll shield me from how absurd it all sounds. There's no way in hell that's true, because if it were, Kruska wouldn't have been able to steal him away so easily and he wouldn't have been able to do all those vile, malicious things he did to me. That's right. I can't afford to forget. Every bruise, every beating, every scream of pain, every horrible birth and the nights I starved just because of a mistake that took out the evil.

We are still talking about chess, he said pleasantly. Obviously. She won the third game. * * * She became aware of being watched on day ten. Not hostility — a different quality. Careful, consistent, present at the far edge of rooms. She had learned not to look directly. Direct attention made him reassemble the public version, which told her less than the unguarded one. She had become interested in the unguarded one. Day twelve: library doorway, she and Vael over the Hartmoor maps. Day thirteen: the garden wall, Pip demonstrating the cut angle at enormous concentration.

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.

Sera slowly turned the page. The next words had been hidden for centuries. Someone made sure he could never return. The room went still. Because the truth they had finally uncovered… Had opened a new mystery. The Forgotten King had sacrificed his name. But someone had taken more than that. Someone had taken his future. “A name can be buried beneath stone, but a truth buried beneath lies will always find a way back.” The first statue was not built in the capital. That was Elara’s decision. Many expected the Forgotten King to finally stand beside Queen Lysandra in the heart of the palace, where generations of rulers had been honored.