The Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

They had looked at me, at my love for my daughter, at my willingness to question, to fight for the truth, and they had seen a flaw to be engineered out. “Are you the real princess?” I whispered, the question a agony. She swallowed hard, unable to meet my eyes. “Yes, but I was hidden away for years.” For years. The ground fell away from beneath me. That’s when they’d taken Bianca and put her in the princess’ place.

I said, making many of them nod, eyes shifting from me back to Alari. “About three months ago, I traveled to Silverlake to bless an Alpha, and I found my mate. All else that happened was communicated to you” I said, watching the slight change on their faces. “Upon our return, we discovered that my mate is actually the lost… hidden princess of the Kingdom, the only child of King Miles and Queen Lylla” I said, causing another round of whispers to erupt from the room. The Alpha's looked at each, quietly asking questions the people sitting next to them couldn't answer.

“Let this be a lesson to us all, ladies: if we want to find our dream alphas, try to get lost during a nature hike!” Her stirring story prompted a chorus of delicate giggles around the table, adorned with Charlotte’s finest china and the most delicious finger sandwiches and cookies. The princess let out a small laugh, hiding behind her teacup and doing her utmost to blend in with the circle. However tame it all seemed, she knew better than to lower her guard around these pampered darlings of society. They were vultures. Every last one of them. “Speaking of alphas…” another girl drawled, swinging her hawklike gaze to the princess, “there is something I must ask Your Highness that has been bur

Wow, she is perfect and so fucking sexy when angry. “Wait, I never mention you being able to fight or anything of the sorts” She steps back her eyes wide with all bravado from before gone. What is she hiding from me? I narrow my eyes at her as I take a step towards her. Her back hitting the wall as I looked down on her, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving. “Princess, is there something you are hiding from me?” she looks away. “Of course not, I have just been underestimated my whole life because I am the Princess” She says looking me back in the eye. I relax a bit but don’t move, enjoying watching my little mate squirm at how close we are, leaning in I whisper beside her ear.

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

“What was the princess's offense?. Werewolves already have enhanced hearing, there's no fuvking reason to eavesdrop” We werewolves have a very enhanced hearing. “It's none of your business”. I tried to snap my wrist out of his hold,but it tightened instead. “Valerie,the only person you have by your side is me. Stop thinking you're smart by lying to me”. I melted at his voice,I internally held myself to hug him passionately. “Claven…..”. I called, goddess knows or doesn't know when my voice came out seductive. “Hmmm….. the princess committed a crime and you're hiding it from me?. You're so dumb to think I won't find out”.He freed my wrist, causing me to almost fall backwards.

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

Not the Voss family one. The one she barely touched. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start. Enough to disappear. A small, determined smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her eyes darkening slightly. “But you forgot one thing…” Herself. They underestimated her. They always did. But that was about to change. An hour later. Elara stood in a small, quiet hotel room. Nothing like the mansion. No chandeliers. No marble floors.

Yeah, because becoming a Princess is much more realistic than becoming a Royal Guard. "Ungrateful," my father said. Stephanie simpered at him. “At least you have me, Daddy.” “You’re right, darling.” Ew. I went around them and up the stairs to my room. After the hottest shower of my entire life, I threw myself into bed and slept for fourteen hours. While my sister was gone to her banquet, and my father was ignoring my presence, I took my dinner to go and tracked down Frannie. “Do you know if it’s possible to hide a Fated Mate?”

Her eyes where locked on Rosalie as her blood began to boil. Asrar was hers, and she worked hard to be the best for him. She didn’t care his father practically disowned him. He was still a prince which would make her a princess and the rightful one. She was powerful and smart. She knew what was needed to be a princess, that’s why she left the secret hideout. She wanted to learn everything she could to be able to stand at his side. That was her spot and this human girl has a grasp on him. She was probably a witch or mage even though she knew they died years ago. They became non existent even before the war of the dragons came to a close. They where not strong enough against the Heart of Gems.