The Princess Bride Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

She sighs, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes. “I can still see them in bed together when I close my eyes. Still hear their lewd moans.” Her voice cracks, and I am up on my feet, pulling my Princess into my arms, and slowly rubbing her back to soothe the pain away, although part of me wishes I could help her forget by having her in my bed learning what it means to be with a man who will worship the ground she walks on.

he crinkles his nose, "Even though she is engaged now anyway." "What," Beatrice gasps, "Why? She just left the chief. Does she not want you?" Jasper cringes, his heart twisting. A grimace contorts his features. "It is not that. She. . ." Evyn steps up, patting his friend on the shoulder, "She is the Princess of Drein." Both Beatrice's and Conrad's eyes widen, shock causing them to open their mouths. "Are you sure," papa wonders. "Yes, she told us herself."

“Silly, a bit silly.” He whispers and once more, drawing the kind of smile that is neither a sinister one or a comforting teasing one. Taken by the first words and the last one. He braces himself as they finally arrive at that moment where he stands in front of the person. By which in the presence of the Princess, she immediately stands up while holding the book tight into her arms, and then he reads and recognizes the book. “Alice in Wonderland.” Whispering the words and reading them to himself and made sure that he is the only one who can hear them.

The outfit I'd chosen for this livestream—a sheer white ruffled camisole with a black mesh trim, black ribbons and faux pearls for straps— by some twist of luck, coincidentally matched what the ‘bride’ was wearing in the story, giving off a princess-like seduction. “Once upon a time.” I purred, putting the tip of the wand against my lips like a microphone while lowering my other hand to tug and pinch at my nipple visible through the sheer fabric. “There was a pretty young woman, the apple of her family's eyes. As the Princess of the kingdom, she was the fairest of all. Kind and beautiful. They would follow her, all of them just waiting to…eat her up.” On cue, I let my tongue swipe against th

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

After finishing their porridge, the two children grabbed Audrey's attention and asked her to read them a royal fairy tale. Alea loves stories about kingdoms and now she wants to hear a fairy tale about a princess who is rescued by a prince. Kenzie, who has rarely heard a fairy tale, is eager to experience the same thing as Alea. He wanted to hear Audrey tell the story. So he readily agreed and looked very enthusiastic. Audrey was going to take care of some work that had previously been emailed by Joni, but once she saw the hopeful eyes of her two children, Audrey decided not to do it and instead chose to accompany them.

Desolation was easy and uncomplicated, for the most part, but at the same time it wasn’t the kindest of place, the elders were mostly barbaric, and old fashion (slow with understanding but quick to anger. The real name should be called Snoring Mcboring. Nothing ever happens. Well, until now. No one saw it coming, not even the town’s crier who claimed that his daughter has the power of foresight, gifted to her by an Oracle. Things that were only thought to be stories, stories that mothers warned their children not to indulge in, calling them nonsensical antics. Might just be true.