The Imprisoned Princess Never Go Back Novels & Stories

What was originally a blue leaf is now a brown leaf. “My princess, here's the bandages” One of Kate's bodyguards walked up to me and handed me some bandages. I collected it and bandaged him. Thankfully, I was quite skillful in this. Anytime, some of the soldiers do come back from war injured against the other race, I treat their injuries, as right was the only useful thing I could do, after being locked up in a full castle. After bandaging him, I looked at my work with full satisfaction, and left to find my sister.

She asked curiously No ma, they are not celebrating anything She answered her But why am I seeing a crowd around the palace going toward the arena then? Ohh!! Erm, my princes, this was what I asked myself when I woke up but I was able to figure out the reasons Two cleaners cleaning this next corridor said that a prisoner was captured and that prisoner happened to be a vampire and my princess I do not know what to say when I heard vampire and besides I was speechless I have this strong mind that this person they captured is a native of Kingstonville

This was the best life, any girl in her position could ever have, but yet she wasn’t happy. Not at all. She wasn’t ungrateful, or anything, but she couldn’t stop, remembering her mistress, her princess. Her Princess, Eretria, of the Southern Isles. She could remember that fateful, month, that dreadful day, the prince marched into their kingdom, and took her princess, collared her, in front of everybody as she was pulled across the streets, like a commoner. She screamed and reached out for her princess, but she was held back, by the officers, who kept her still and subtle, until the prince waltzed in front of her, staring down at her.

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

There was no way for him to escape. No way. No princess normani….. No one.

It was something real that had my chest tightening. Which meant one thing—I had to end things with Zara. I stepped out of the escape room, inhaling fresh air as if I'd been underwater for too long. I needed space. I needed my head cleared, but every single thought led me directly back to Yuyu. The way she spoke of freedom… as if it was something she desired so desperately, as if it was all to her. As if she'd never had it before. And that was painful in ways I couldn't understand.

From the time when Tiara told him about her accident in which Dora died in order to save her. ‘Night, are you listening?’ ‘I’m, human. Control your emotions for now and observe the things for now.' Night, she said calmly. ‘Find those bastards who tortured Ara and about the other part that is messing with our mind. I swear, human, I will unleash hell and bathe in blood, showing the people behind all this that no one mess with what is mine." * The moment Wylder walked into the room, he saw that his room was all messed up with canvas paper. The papers that she used for painting were nearby, and a fuming Princess was standing near the window, looking outside. He kicked the tension out of his min

And Vincent had no idea about any of it. God damn it. I had to tell Vincent. It was too important not to. Especially considering his role as the packs’ regent. No matter how hurt I felt, I couldn’t leave him in the dark about this. “There’s one more thing, actually,” I said awkwardly, pivoting back towards his desk. Vincent looked up with a hopeful little spark in his eyes, which I refused to find endearing. “It’s about the lost princess. They found her. She’s here at Fenris Hall right now.”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin