The Princess Imprints The Traitor Novels & Stories

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!

Two of them were a part of the four that checked on her. "Oh look it's the Princess." one said. "You best be glad that you got yourself a Prince." "And you best count your days. Because I can guarantee you won't be alive in the next week." she bit back. He got up from the couch and walked towards her. "Huh? What'd you say bitch?" Aurora sneered. "God you smell like a dog house. It would be a good thing to kill you after all." "What?!" "Cut it out," Caden said and glared at the man.

Damn his pride and honor anyway. What a mess. I was a princess who had a fiancé back on earth, a fiancé on Kurr, and a vampire lover who wanted me, but wouldn’t break a stupid marriage promise between two dead people and his best friend -who, in actuality, was my step brother and a prince. I made up my mind right then and there that I wasn’t going to be manipulated by any of them. I stopped at the doorway of the cave and looked Jack squarely and defiantly in the eye. I could have been imagining it, but I think I caught him flinch just a smidgeon. After staring long enough to get my point across, I turned to Drake.

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!"

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.”

“Father, you can’t do that? The king should not punish me on behalf of a lowly vampire, especially since I’m a princess.” Things became increasingly awkward, and I took several steps back, behind Sebastian. I wanted to disappear. “A princess should have good character and care for her kin, not treat them carelessly. This lowly vampire, as you put it, might very well be the missing princess, my daughter Sophia.” Laura’s jaw hung loose as mine did as well. “Please, take Laura to her room. I have more important matters to attend to than her outbursts.” Laura screamed, “She is no princess.”

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“These results shows us that the Princess is a fake. She's not a shifter, she doesn't even have Alpha blood.” Kaiden growled, “That's impossible!” “But it is, Your Majesty. You won't believe it because she has placed a bewitching spell on you. Don't you see?” Caesar yelled, addressing everyone in the room, “Why would Elder Miriyam decide to give her free pass to someone she's meeting for the first time?” Kaiden regretted ever granting Miriyam and Elixir permission to miss the party. “She bewitched everyone to make sure she lived her life smoothly here in our realm whilst using us as experimental scapegoats.”

Her lips were trembling. This banquet’s purpose was solely to display the Duke of Alba’s power was far above that of the Crown Princess. “What are you talking about, Ivar?” She stood up, clenching her fists. “You can’t make an accusation like this without proof.” “But I have more than enough proof. You’ve committed treason against Raeden, and you betrayed your own family, Tiana. I’m afraid the Emperor cannot forgive your crimes, and neither can I.” With a snap of the fingers, the knights dressed in red, the Imperial Knights, came into the room, and when the princess made an attempt to retreat, Miros grabbed her arm.