The Grand Princess Novel Novels & Stories

I announced loudly, “is trying to freeze me alive.” A young wolf by the counter snorted a laugh before quickly straightening. He looked barely older than me, with tousled hair, wide shoulders, and a smile too bright for someone working at dawn. He held a steaming mug in his hands and stepped toward me with the confidence of someone who had never been hit by a magical chandelier. “Princess Aveline,” he said with a respectful bow that seemed a little too enthusiastic, “would you like some hot chocolate.” I stared at the mug suspiciously. Steam curled from it in soft tendrils. It smelled sweet, rich, warm. But it also looked like…

"My lady. My lady, good news. Word has just come. The Grand Princess is on her way back to the pack at this very moment. She will be here directly. If you would return to the hall and make yourself comfortable, she will receive you the moment she arrives." I stopped and looked at that fine shut door at the end of the passage, the one no one wanted me to reach, and then I looked at the breathless maid who had appeared the very second I drew near to it, and I understood the whole shape of it at once. I smiled. I let the maid see me smile, slow and knowing, right at that closed door. "How fortunate," I said. "Then I will go back and wait. Thank you for the good news."

KATHY💯❤🌈: Okay so I know you're definitely sleeping but I want you to wake up with thee biggest smile on your face. Thank you for last night, I pray you didn't feel pressured into it, but it was fucken amazing. Good morning beautiful Princess and have an amazing day... take it easy on Layla. I yawned as I read a text from Kathy, the second I read the line about last night my face flushed. I couldn't believe we did that and I couldn't believe how amazing it was even though it was a first to me.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

Joan Coachman threw her at his feet and said, "It is disgraceful to watch a couple being intimate and yet here the princess is doing such actions." Princess Blanche whipped her head around and glared at her, she did not recognise the woman who threw her down and yelled, "Who the hell are you to do what you want with me?" Joan Coachman stared down at her and said, "You are in the second prince's estate and committing a crime, you should be lucky that I am letting you leave or else we'd have His Majesty the King deal with you." Princess Blanche stood up angry and glared at Joan Coachman who couldn't be bothered.

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Bai Xia leaned on the door frame and watched both of them in full curiosity. Both kitchen helpers turned at her and sniffed at her. Both of them knew she was used to serving the prostitute who acted snobbish and by then was becoming their house prisoner. To be exact, the whole has become their master’s punching bag. “So here she is.” The first helpers exclaimed loudly. The other one shouted. “The Grand Princess just got notice that the Young master has left the fu. Apparently that slut inside that room is also gone. Everyone in this fu turned upside down as The Grand Princess commanded to search inside and outside the fu to bring back Young Master and that slut back.”

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

The middle-aged woman looked around before she whispered. "I heard that the Princess was interested in the books that you had here." The bulky man knitted his brows. "The books that I had, was there anything that a child like the Princess might be interested in?" "I don't know." The middle-aged woman shook her head. The bulky man was perplexed. Why was a pampered princess like her taking an interest in the books that he had? The books in his store were something that would surely be bought by His Highness, Imperial Prince Vernon. But Princess Minerva? Didn't she just turn five recently? Surely, what she was studying for now was about etiquette and magic.