The Princess Agent Novels & Stories

His triplet sisters, however, remained in the Kingdom, much to their displeasure. The eldest, Princess Ciciane Taylor Mariam, had made such a fuss that Clyde had no choice but to allow her to take martial arts training under Chief Warrior Rubio. This girl was a true rebel, known in many packs as the "warrior Princess of trouble." However, she was a brilliant field analyst, with many packs utilizing her expertise in combating rogues and thwarting human attacks. The Second Princess, Drina Becca Rain, was the more reserved type, always in the shadow of her older sister.

Grandpa agreed, “Okay. I will make sure she feels like she’s at home instead of in a prison.” I asked, “Grandpa, do you have any female warriors that look like Adele?” Grandpa looked like he was deep in thought when he replied, “I think I do. Let me get her in here.” We all sat, waiting, until there was a knock on the office door. Grandpa got up and opened the door, “Bridget, thank you for coming. We have a mission that you would be ideal for, but we need you to keep it confidential. You can not say a word to anyone what you are doing. Do you understand this? This is a matter of keeping a royal family member alive.” Her light blue eyes and light blonde hair were exactly like Adele’s. There w

The lady smiled softly as she shook her head lightly. “You know, my people found you lying unconscious in the forest, running down with fever and covered in injuries.” She traced the hem of her skirt but dropped it and looked Verona in the eye. “I like to side with the winners and you seem too weak to be one so I politely reject your offer. I’d rather work for the princess as she seems much more stronger than you.” Verona glared at her in anger as she heard all that. She couldn’t believe this lady was talking to her this way. She was supposed to defeat the royals and here she was talking about working for their stupid and useless princess.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

“Knight Commander, you do know that Raelynn is the princess of the kingdom, do you? She is royalty while you are just a Knight Commander and your father is a Baron.” “Yes, Milord. I realize the difference in our statuses. But I fell for her before I found out about her identity.” “I see. So, you fell for who she is and not because she is a princess. Am I right?” “Yes, Milord,” Laurier replied, his eyes not wavering even for a second. Whatever he was speaking was the truth and there was nothing for him to worry about.

he says respectfully, averting his attention. All at once, I realize what’s so familiar about her. She looks like Spencer. But Princess Sylvia ignores Beta Wilson entirely. Her eyes fall on his hand, which is still wrapped around my arm to stop me from going to the Lycan King’s office. The moment Beta Wilson notices Sylvia looking at his hand around me, he lets go as if he’s been electrocuted. “Who are you?” Princess Sylvia demands, her beautiful hazel eyes boring into me with hostility. “She’s Prince Spencer’s personal maid,” Beta Wilson explains. “In title.”

As he finishes his communication, he lets out such a vicious growl and grabs her by throat. He lifts her up and demands to know who she is, and why she is impersonating nurse Jane. Impersonation! We all become highly alert and growls shake the whole hospital. The prince snatches her bag and starts rummaging through its contents. He takes out four vials of blood, opens one and the whole place gets invaded by Summer's scent! I know we all saw red. Had the prince not stopped us, we would have shredded her to pieces. Miguel's POV/The Prince's Wolf

She nodded a few times, like a cute baby girl, and then began telling me what kind of deal she wanted to have. “I can make you run for Alpha King, but I have a condition.” My amusement toward her grew, and Jaxox, who had been silently watching, suddenly chuckled. “You can make Alpha Maximillian run for Alpha King? Do you have what it takes to do it?” “Of course I have,” she said confidently and stubbornly. “I’m the Alpha Princess. You can search for my information now if you don't believe me.” I felt Jaxon taking his phone and begin searching for the Alpha Princess, and not a minute later, his voice sounded through our mindlink, “She is indeed the Alpha Princess. Princess Arabella Fallon.”

he says. There is that dreadful silence again as they all wait for whatever proof they want to get. But they won't get it, not today and certainly not because I have no idea of what I should do which I do not to be honest, but because there is one thing I have hated all my life and it is being challenged. So I slam my palms on the table which definitely shocks them all and whisper in the most of my dangerous calm voice I can summon at the moment. "I am Princess Bella, Daughter of King Kane and his Queen Enola.... The lost Princess of L'agaib... You either take it, or leave it." With that I sit back down and add, "Shall we begin the council meeting?" *****