Novel & Cerita The Hidden Princess Revenge And Love

At the thought of her treacherous stepmother, the Princess gritted her teeth, ultimately furious and disgusted that she had been caught off-guard like this and forced herself to crawl away like a wretched insect from the light, much to her further humiliation, searching blindly for a place to hide, never mind how every nerve and inch of her skin was flaring and burning with agony. Even as the pain threatened to paralyze her at any second, threatened to shred her mind, her very consciousness splintering into many pieces as she willed herself to focus, commanded her limbs to move, move, please move. It wasn't really a secret to the Royal family (or to anyone else in the country) that the Princ

then I looked closer, oh shit. This was Boris, he was wearing a mask but I could feel it, “You sent me here to learn?” “No,” he said. “I sent you here to earn, every single thing you want Respect name it Revenge and Even freedom.” He leaned in slightly, “But to get that, you’ll have to do something for me.” “What is it ?” I was suddenly interested cause I heard freedom. His smile widened. “Kill someone for me, not in the arena and gloves on, I want it to be done clean, quiet and Untraceable.”

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?”

"They're already fighting for attention." "They're Accardis. Of course they are." The moment was peaceful, perfect. The kind of moment Elena had dreamed about during her terrible marriage—being loved, being cherished, feeling safe. But outside the villa walls, in a prison cell in New York, Isabelle Laurent was making one final phone call. To someone who hated Elena almost as much as Isabelle did. Someone with resources, connections, and a burning desire for revenge. Marcus Thorne answered on the first ring. "Isabelle?"

He locked her up in her room for three hundred years as her punishment for disrespecting the rules. As a result, Elvenia was slumped in deep dejection and loneliness. She could only brew some elixir in her room to kill time. Three hundred years were long, but she had never once forgotten about her love. One day, the heroine of the story was poisoned by a dark spirit when she was out killing the demons with the hero. Elvenia was the only one in the Three Worlds who could cure the heroin. Hence, the hero of the novel sneaked into her room and begged for her help.

Kimbeerly smiled and thanked Alexander again. “What should I do for you?” “You go shower and get cleaned up. I'm almost done and don't need your help.” “Your words are mean.” Kimbeerly smiled slightly. “Hurry up.” Alexander did not pay attention to Kimbeerly's words. Instead, he took a seat on the barstool and watched Kimbeerly busy with various cooking tools. Alexander smiled slightly at how beautiful his wife looked. Despite all the plans Alexander had made and all his thoughts focused on his revenge, Kimbeerly was indeed as beautiful and as good a woman as he had ever met. Alexander may have fallen in love but it wasn't for love. Anything that crosses his boundaries he won't do because hi

I had felt so much pity for her, sharing all my favorite things. But her return gift? She shattered my father's most cherished possession, his horse racing trophy, the symbol of his pride, and pinned the blame on me. She smashed my mother's beloved jewels and hid the fragments under my pillow, ensuring I would be the one to pay. She even threw herself down the stairs, not once, and whispering that I was the one who pushed her. Time and again, I tried to defend myself. But my parents refused to listen. In their eyes, I was the jealous, spoiled child. Only Karen was their pure, innocent daughter.

Ophelia is the first to greet us with a warm hug, as do the other three witches. Darius leads Ash away as Ophelia ushers me inside her little house; this seems like some sort of tradition as the witches gather around me, fixing jewels into my hair before Ophelia pulls out the most beautiful ruby red gown. I gasp as it shimmers in the light. Ophelia smiles as she says, “Ruby is the colour of our Dragoon Queen.” “It’s beautiful”, I whisper as she replies, “Just like our Queen.” I look in the mirror once the witches are finished, and I hardly recognise myself; my hair is pinned high on top of my head with curls cascading down. The jewels are pinned in place, and my make-up matches the gown.

I just wanted to be in his presence. "What?" He asked, like he had not succeeded in his plan to make me open up. "So...tell me what's wrong?" I truly could not hide from him. But how was I going to tell him that my mate had ties to the son of his half brother? And even helped him. Even if she did not know, she kept me in the dark and watched me make a vow to her even when she knew. It was deception and she was guilty. And then what she did to Aurora. Aurora was still breathing but the fact that she could attempt something so atrocious in the name of revenge showed me exactly who she was.

I don't want to see my sister get hurt" Eric blurted out angrily. He came down from the bed, he was standing now. "So I was the one who deserved to get hurt right? " he asked. "No Eric, " Katrina replied. She didn't notice she was crying. "You are the very first woman I ever loved and you are aware of that. Before you came into my life, I was a playboy. But then I met you and decided to change, all because I was in love with you. I rejected Molly because of you, I fought with my dad because of you. I wasn't ashamed of you Katrina, I brought you to the public eyes not minding what people say. I know many people would have said you're not my type and things like that but I didn't care. You got