The Princess Imprints A Traitor 소설 & 이야기

A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart. I had defended Karen. Shielded her, while Sera bled. And the truth? She was only an impostor. I thought back to the day Karen "fell" down the stairs. I remembered Sera's eyes, the desperate plea for me to believe her, the raw hurt. I had promised I would, but I... I was a goddamn fool! My knuckles turned white as I gripped the recorder, my hands trembling violently. "Get that impostor now. Get a DNA test. Once it's confirmed... she'll pay, tenfold!"

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

But when my family was cursed, all of that was taken away and we were left guessing. It was a sick prank. That’s what this war between Violette’s family and mine used to be. Then her Father took it way too far. The mate bond will only reveal itself after I’ve mated my partner and marked her to seal the bond. If the mark disappears, she’s not my mate and I’m cursed to keep searching. I’ve just never found anyone who seems remotely interesting enough to try. “My King.. may I ask for this dance?” Princess Amelia walked up to me confidently. She is quite beautiful.. she’s tall with an olive skin tone and dark brown hair. Her bright blue eyes studied me as I sat on my throne.

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

"There is a dark, eternal fire at the bottom of the chasm, in the heart of the castle. It can destroy everything, so be careful and be brave. I am here for you." I look at him, unable to stop the cascade, then turn to the crown. I touch it in my hands, amazed at its beauty. The same designs from before are engraved on the sides, and the jewel shines with a beauty beyond measure. And I have to destroy it? Destroy a world that has existed for years and years before I existed and before the werewolf clan existed and maybe even before time really began? But how long then did the Shifters have to suffer? I think back to the first Shifter I saw, lying at the base of a tree. It looked so peaceful,

“Then prey he proves he’s not only that.” And as Tessa’s sobs slow into shaky breaths, I lift my head and look toward the palace doors, toward the dungeon corridors toward the people who think titles are cages and rogues are simple. My wolf presses against my ribs like a promise. The palace can drag monsters in chains. But if this one is redeemable, if he knows something about the rogues, about the sickness, about whatever is coming. Then they’re going to learn something else, too: A princess can be merciful. But a princess can also be dangerous.

Intimacy that the princess hopelessly seemed to offer him. Lauren missed the pad of her thumb against her upper lip, over the scar. The brown eyes opened again in urgency. Wills and wills dominated and hit his stomach hard... “You are a modest woman. – The princess spoke hoarsely, watching her hold her hand when she saw that her time was up. Karila thought about walking away, her instinct wanted to disturb her doing things she didn't know how to deal with yet. Lauren seemed to sense that she would, and didn't want her to.

His hands were both shaking while confessing everything to Aster. Traitor! While listening to the old man, Aster’s eyes were on me as if he was examining the reactions on my face. The malevolence I see in him was enough that there is no hope for me to get out of this place. “And—and the princess! The princess is just as vicious as her father, your Grace!” the one beside Thompson cried while pointing his finger at me. “She was behind some evil plans of her father!” The accusation he did made me feel like someone has poured me a pale of ice and water.

“ One day , when going to school ,the princess met a handsome boy . He was so gentle and caring , cool too . The princess fell head over heels for him , he did as well . “ said Antonio with a warm smile remembering the good times with Axel . “ So , the princess lived happily ever after ? “ asked Angelo with a happy expression that the story would have a good ending . “ He he he ! My dear child……..Not every story is meant to have a good ending . The second princess hated the princess . She hated her because she was prettier , smarted and more capable than her . The boy that fell in love with the princess was a powerful prince that raised the princess to the highest rank where no one could ha

She heard some maidens whispering and sniggering among the people crowding both sides of the path to welcome the Queen and she had no doubt that they were talking about her – the bastard princess reduced to a serving wench. "Isn't that the scandalous seed of the late King Adolf?" An unmated girl called Stella was whispering to the other, the Alpha's daughter known as Claire and who was probably the most beautiful unmated maiden in the Pragoth but infamous to be rather haughty and overbearing. "The half-nymph princess subjected to the life of a low life because her mother committed suicide?" Stella asked in curiosity. "Unfortunately, she is," Claire said. "I've heard of her so-called beauty,