The Forgotten Princesses Novels & Stories

Her father was a very good king so who were the people who did this? "I'm still not sure if my suspicion of the mastermind of this incident is correct. But let's not think about that first. Let's think about your safety. You need to get away from the palace right now." The eunuch picked her up and carried her before running away from that place. Father. Mother, Sister Aloha. 'I don't know if I can ever come back her. I will try to live for you all, said Princess Amayah as she looked at the lifeless body of her mother and older sister as Eunuch Eli run away.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate. I knew the princess doesn't not want to marry another person than her mate, she wanted to marry her real mate, but her real mate had another lady who was not his mate, how could she leave him when she had search all over to find her mate but she found him, and he rejected her the first day they met. Remembering how happy that day was, I couldn't do anything for her. I could only look at the sadness in her eyes as she was rejected but she d

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.

Not only that, the Luna was a princess of another kingdom and was mated to the alpha king as a means to join the two kingdoms for peace and unity. This was another added advantage that the first prince had. He was not in any way particularly brilliant or exceptional. He was just lucky enough to born with the status and resources that he currently has. Unlike the thirteenth prince whose mother was rumored to be a maid and with with no form of backing or standing whatsoever. There were times that the Luna and other mates of the alpha king would on purpose, so every thing that they possibly could to try and make his life a living hell in the palace.

“Zephaniah’s the princess of the Forbidden City.” “Where is she now?” “Well, she died long before him.” With a gasp, she blinked at her, finding words to express what she felt, but Ms. Halcht beat her to it. “Yup, sad, isn’t it? Everyone’s proud to have her as a princess, though. You see, to save the world she fought her father and abandoned her life to chase his plans away from Pasithea.” An unknown shiver ran down her spine. “And what happened to the father?”

Miles joined his fingers together looking at her closely. “What exactly do you want to tell us?” Angela closed her eyes breathing in softly. “You know Prestoria right?” “You mean the kingdom that got wiped out and vanished fifteen years ago. The one about the…” Justin pondered on it for a while before getting his answer. “…princess that was the lone survivor but never was found.” “Yes, that princess is not lost. She is right here.” Kale rubbed her eyes trying to figure out what she was trying to say. “I do not get it.” Justin stroked his chin. “Where is the princess?”

And in the quiet tower room, two princesses—necromantress and blood princess—stood on the edge of eternity. Dressed for tomorrow. Tangled in today. Ready for always.

But in the end, it wouldn’t matter. Lyra would belong to her, just as Veyron did. The three of them would burn together, bound by both magic and fate. Lyra had already begun to surrender. A ripple of satisfaction coursed through her as she traced the crystal’s surface. A rustle of fabric behind her pulled her attention away. A group of women entered, heads bowed, bare feet silent against the cavern floor. They knelt before her, draped in deep purple silks that clung to their bodies, their glowing eyes lifted in reverence. Their hair cascaded down their backs like waterfalls of midnight and moonlight.

Or has she forgotten them after spending so much time among people? - Mariana, of course, I apologize, but if you are not aware, then the fashion in the underworld has not changed since your stunning escape! Okay, they, - waving my hand in the direction of the frowning sisters, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the mother of the family, - but you should know that the princesses are not only required to cover their faces, but the girls are not supposed to have pants! How did you let them dress like that? Jeans and T-shirts! Yes, the king has enough heart attack! Change clothes! Alive!