The Incapable Married Princess Novels & Stories

Yes, I am getting married to this ruthless and cunning but truly, devilishly handsome Prince of Magadha, the most powerful kingdom in the country. My brother, right away practically sold me to this prince. And he not even bothered to see who he was marrying, agreed. I have heard a lot about him. He is known all over the place for his devilish behavior. People call him the most merciless prince. He is known for killing his enemy with zero mercy. But still, I don't know my husband's name. INTERESTING!!! 3 months ago, he attacked our kingdom,/* and my brother, he like a coward hiding in the palace. I demanded to be allowed to fight and let me protect my kingdom, but they stopped me saying "You,

I am seething mad. So Kronos and his wife Rhea are in our midst huh? Such immeasurable power being given to two puny kids who have barely completed adolescence. Preposterous! If you ask me, I guess these deities have lost their minds. Why bestow power to two powerless kids. Granted Michael has an idea of power since he is an alpha Prince. He at least was born to rule. Now that little battered girl doesn't deserve such power if you ask me. She is too damn soft. ai watched how she easily forgives. Ever so gentle and ready to grant idiots another chance to redeem themselves. We werewolves are predators. Not some soft and mushy hearted humans. Traitors get killed. That's why we're on top of the

It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched. “In order to obtain something, one must sacrifice something.” Raine spoke. Yris nodded in agreement. “Yes.” He muttered. “The princess Alf wanted to earn everyone’s true respect and undying loyalty, especially since she is a woman who everyone looks down upon. So, she left the kingdom of Elhasa and began her journey to make achievements.” He said and looked at Raine. “She conquered lands without shedding blood. Instead, she also conquered the hearts of the people, that is through protecting them from the demons that plagued the land.” He told Raine.

Mariah licked her lips, and he inhaled the fragrance of her heat in the air. Mariah had been suffering for a long time. Something pure and animalistic rolled over him, filling him from the center outwards with the need to claim her. Kneeling on the bed he chuckled as she slid back. Gripping her ankle he tugged her close. “You’re not going to escape me,” he said, smiling. He was directly above her p*ssy. Mariah started struggling.

She glanced around, wishing that Marco or Carlo would return so she could get away from Magdalena's insinuations that Marco didn't love her. “The law states that a prince or princess or Orsino must marry someone of noble blood,” the queen informed her. “As you come from, well...” Queen Magdalena seemed to be searching for the right words, something that would offend without being vulgar. “Well, not anything noble anyway, you are ineligible to marry him. He knows this. He has to know the laws as a prince.” “He wouldn't lie to me,” Sabrina repeated. But the doubt didn't disappear from her mind as easily as she said the words. Marco had lied to her about being a prince. A lie of omission, anywa

Nobles perched along the long tables, voices sharp as knives, weighing every rumor. “They say the younger son is already half in love with the princess,” one lady whispered behind her jeweled fan. “Half? Please. He’s here to secure an alliance through marriage.” “And the elder one?” “Hah! He’s nothing but a weapon. No court would let him near power. Elara chewed slowly, forcing herself to ignore the heat of their stares. Kael nudged her from across the table, muttering, “You’ve got the whole pack gossiping already, Elara. Careful, or they’ll marry you off before you blink.”

“I was taught that true love does not exist. That it is fantasy. That duty is greater than desire. I was the princess. I was expected to marry for strength and politics. Not for affection. Never for affection.” Marek’s eyes softened. “Then the High Realm taught you wrong.” I looked at the floor. “Perhaps.” He was called away moments later. Someone knocked on the door and said the Gamma needed him downstairs. Marek squeezed my shoulder lightly before leaving, and the spark flickered again. He pretended not to notice. I pretended not to feel it. After he left, Elara slipped inside and closed the door gently behind her. She plopped down beside me without warning, the bed bouncing under her weig

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

"Marco and Mike are my heirs. They need to learn how to be true Morettis here." Heirs. That word cut me like a knife again. "And what about Lucia? She's a Moretti, too!" "Lucia is a princess," he said, as if stating an obvious truth. "Princesses are to be cherished. Not to rule." I stared at him. This man was saying the cruelest things in the gentlest voice. The revenge I was planning felt so distant, so powerless. I couldn't even stand to breathe the same air as these people.

“Stand up, my dear.” King Gregory was looking at her and she understood straight away the benign smile was fake. This was her punishment for not marrying Prince Renaud. Her knuckles were white where they clung to the ornate arms of the chair. Just for a moment she considered defying him in front of everyone and then common sense prevailed. Miriam rose, feeling faint. Surely a princess could not become a slave overnight? “Twenty pieces of silver,” someone cried, to almost everyone else’s amusement. That was barely enough to purchase a good milch cow the way prices were rising these days.