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2. His body hair prickled as his eyes met the child she was holding out. It was the first of its kind since his reign as a King. So, he couldn't believe his eyes. "My child?". "No man has touched me except you, Your Highness" Her eyes fill up with water. King Godric was reaching his hand out to the infant to carry. "Yes, Godric, she is your child." Belena held her breath. "It's a female child?" Belena was disappointed to see that the hand waiting to carry her withdrew back to his pocket.

Maddie had perfected that look, further cementing her status as the princess of our pack. Without a word, I moved back to her bed, grabbing our copy of The Goddess’s Tales from her bookshelf. The book of myths and legends and fairy tales was passed down through the generations in our family, but had somehow remained in decent condition, even with its age. It was well-loved, but the binding was still intact, and none of the pages had tears or bends.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

The wood swung open to reveal the prince, a glare set across his handsome features. “Took you long enough faerie.” He snapped at me, and his eyes travelled down my body, stopping at my bandaged wrist. Anger flashed across his face, the intensity in his eyes making me squirm as he looked back up at me. “Who did that?” He snapped, and took a step towards me. I took a step back, and pulled my wrist up to my chest, hugging it to my body. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I did. I slipped while getting my dress off.” I lied, and I could tell by his face that he didn’t buy a word of it. He growled under his breath, but didn’t push for a further explanation.

It was a beautiful sight, too bad she wasn't in a position to appreciate it, Samantha didn't move from the balcony until her mother's carriage left for the village, she waited another few minutes before she saw Henry in the distance. Samantha picked up the petticoats of her skirts and ran to Henry's room, fortunately, the door wasn't locked and she was able to look for the brooch. She didn't know what the jewel looked like, but with her mother's description of it, she was sure she could recognize it, after all there were only two of them. The princess searched desperately all over the room, but found nothing that could resemble what she was looking for. She opened the wooden drawers, looked

Fenrir let the fabric fall back into place, his attention shifting back toward Rowan and Elias, both of whom held the same look, measured, concerned, though neither of them voiced it. Valeria leaned back slightly, her patience already wearing thin. “So, what the hell is it?” “Princess Aurelia should explain,” the Queen stated, a glimmer of disgust for Valeria's use of language. Valeria did not look satisfied with that answer, though she did not press further, her attention drifting instead as the quiet settled back into the room, broken only by the fire and the faint movement beyond the door. When Aurelia returned, she carried a book that looked as though it had been handled far more than it

spell took time to wear off. "What do you want?" He stared right at me. "If you're going to drink my blood, get it over with." "Drink your blood?" I chuckled. "Your Highness, you're underestimating your own value." I stood and walked to a bookshelf, brushing the dust from a heavy tome. "Look at these." I pulled out a copy of The Prince, its pages filled with notes in an ancient script. "Do you recognize this language?" Adrian frowned and shook his head.

she said, turning the computer to show us the page. “No need, I know what happened,” Jasper says walking to a bookcase. He walked back with a leather book flipping until she reached a page. I placed the book down and pushed it in front of me and Melina. The chapter was about the lost princess of Eardwulf. “The lost princess? Jasper, you know that’s just an old story that was told right?” Melina said looking at Jasper as if he had lost his mind.

“This book is impossible to read. It’s written in Old English or something.” Thea looked at it. “This book is almost five hundred years old,” she said. “Switch me.” Conri was happier with his new book. When someone got to something about goddess gifted, they went to the copier and copied the pages. If it was new information, they told the group.

It is terrible! They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin. So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it. Now this is a true story. Book Reviews (1) Pal says: August 1, 2020 at 1:46 pm