The Princess Bride Audiobook Novels & Stories

The handkerchief lay forgotten on her lap as her lips began to quiver. "So, it is true!" another voice chimed in with a tone tinged with disbelief. "I never imagined His Majesty would take a bride so soon." Isabel's fingers trembled as she continued to stitch, her movements becoming erratic as she struggled to maintain her composure. She wanted to block out the voices, to retreat into the safety of her own thoughts. But the words lingered, haunting her like a ghost from the past. "I heard it's Princess Victoria of the West Kingdom," a third voice interjected, its tone hushed with awe. "She's said to be the most beautiful woman in all the realms."

Brianna’s little hands grasp ours like we're a family. “Alright, Bri,” I start, holding the book out in front of us. “What story are we reading tonight?” “The princess and the frog!” she declares, eyes sparkling. Kevin groans dramatically. “You always read that!” I smirk, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “How dare you complain about such a masterpiece?” As I read, I exaggerate voices, making Kevin act as a cute frog, Brianna squeals in delight, clutching her blanket tighter when I narrate the part where Tiana becomes a frog too.

I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice. “‘You shouldn’t be here,’ the Princess whispered, her rosy cheeks flushed. The sight of a man like him was too much for a virgin maiden like her—” Hayden paused. “Did I really just read that?” “Shh,” I whined. “Keep reading. It’s getting to the juicy part.” “Only if you promise to recreate this with me afterwards.” “Only if you behave.”

The night before the full moon, a blizzard descended on the castle. I huddled under my thin blanket, listening to the sounds echoing through the stone walls. At first, they were muffled—like a trapped beast's cries of agony. Then they rose into terrible, guttural howls. The clatter of silver chains. The scraping of claws against stone. The servants all cowered together in their rooms, trembling. "The prince is losing control again..." "Anyone who goes near him right now will be ripped apart." "Poor soul. He was the greatest warrior in the kingdom. Now he can't even master his own wolf..."

When I get to the part where Rhys calls Bridget his princess in public but his whore in private, it gave me chills and it also reminded me of last night with Blake. I finished the book I an hour thirty minutes, I read faster when I am not being interrupted and I have nothing else to do, I kept squealing at certain parts of the book and I tried not to be too loud so I would not disturb Blake as he was reading his book, but at a point, he whispered in my ear and he told me I could be as loud as I wanted, and he did not mind, he enjoyed watching me to react to the book.

He made me feel so many things but one of them was pain and fear. Then, he moved to my other breàst and gave it the same attention. But slowly, his lips took a path downwards. My stomach tensed and a dark haze started to gather at the periphery of my mind but he seemed to have noticed it as he said, “You with me, Princess?” I licked my lips and answered, “Yes...” “You like when I kiss you, right?” “Yes...”

A few minutes later a young women walked in. She had almost white hair it was so light blonde. Her eyes were a fascinating blue-violet. She walked to stand in front of The Royal Couple. With an elegant curtsey she greeted them all. " Your Majesty, Your Highness. Beloved Princess and honoured guests. On behalf of my parents and rulers of Denmark. I would like to thank you for your hospitality in welcoming us to your magnificent home." She said in a soft way that spoke of proper education and upbringing.

Now I understood. My mind went back to me sitting on his knee and I strained to hear what I’d said. For some reason it seemed important to know. I closed my eyes tight and strained to block out the outside world, but I couldn’t come up with my words. All I could hear was their laughter. Whatever I said even had Jack laughing joyously. My horse stumbled and brought me back to reality. “Hey there,” the leader shouted from behind me, “someone check on the princess. Her horse just stumbled.”

Lucian caught her, then barked: “No remorse. Bind her. Throw her to the wolves. She stays there until she begs for forgiveness!” The pack lunged. Just as fangs flashed toward my throat—two voices thundered through the night: “Release my sister!” “Touch my future bride,” came the second voice. “And you answer to the Blood Prince.”

Prince Arthur opened his mouth to continue, but I stopped him, "If you would excuse me, I was on my way somewhere when you met me." I tilted my head to signal Adrian, turned back to look at Prince Arthur, gave a small smile and then brushed past him. I walked to the garden with Adrian following closely. "My Princess...if I'm allowed to speak freely....", he looked to me for approval. "Continue." I confirmed "Its just an instinct, but I'd like my princess to be careful with the Prince. I feel like there's more to him". He continued