Romans & histoires The Princess Imprints The Traitor

My skin heated at the memory, and before I could stop myself, I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. I buried my face in my hands. Shit? What are you becoming, Normani? I thought bitterly. A strange man, a man I know nothing about, and yet I gave myself to him as if I had known him for years, as if he were safe. But I am the Princess of Scotland. My name alone makes armies bow their heads. How could I make myself so available to a man? The same gender who had betrayed me? Now, no more letting anyone past my walls just so they can crush me from the inside. I have no time for romance, no space in my heart for weakness. I was here for revenge, and when that was done, I would take my place on the

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

I say, my eyes sharpens at him and Collins scoffs. I smile, this knowledge that I know are not words but the words of the aide who confessed before Collins had him killed. “Facade!” Collins says, inputting that I, his king, I’m spilling nothing but lies. The throne room door opens and the entire court falls into silence, all eyes turning towards the guard who leads the princess in. Dressed in a simple cream-colored dress that flowed loosely around her form, the princess appears as a myriad of emotions. On her pale skin is disbelief, confusion, and a profound sense of betrayal

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.

~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

She explodes, forgetting the skeleton in her own cupboard as she flares up in indignation. "It would be a best-seller, the fact that the Prince, being fully aware that the disappearance of the stars can cause the disappearance of the Princess, actually goes ahead to carry out the rituals, says the chants, manifests the imagery, and conjures the spell to go into Moonilia's private covert sanctum, and steal the stars." Noelle is walking around the Prince in circles, surprised at the fact that she still has flutters in her belly just looking at him standing there and looking all perplexed and guilty.

I thought that was just a rumor so I never paid attention to that "Okay" I smiled at calix reassuringly to make his worried face bright After saying those words, I immediately prepared myself to get a contract with the spirits by walking through the altar and said, "Our beloved spirit, Give me your grace" a light struck to me and woke up in a familiar place or to be specific, the palace. I was seeing myself or rather the real princess lalaine on the novel. She was currently infront of lots of people and being killed by calix while his father was watching.

The Princess is cut off as her mighty sister begins reading the ridiculous contents of her letter to the crowd, including the part where she swears her allegiance to King Elon and promises to deliver my precious blood to him in hope that it will grant him the powers of Elowen's crown and he shall in return end Queen Rowena's reign over this kingdom and those loyal to her as well. Surprisingly, that is the least embarassing potion of the letter as the Princess goes ahead to promise King Elon the beauty of her naked body and the commitment of her soul if he makes her his empress. The crowd explodes in laughter and gasps, causing the Princess to hang her head in humiliation. Queen Rowena snaps

When I tried freeing my hands from the rope, the door on my front suddenly opened and I was greeted by Lurcos with his pretty and kinky smiles. “You’re awake, Princess,” he said before going on top of me before closing the door. My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the heck! Get off me!” I tried protesting by pushing him off but I am nothing compared to his huge build. He cornered my face in between his arms and moved his face closer to mine. “Ahh….!” I tried shouting, but he immediately covered my mouth. “Shh, Princess! No one’s going to hear you anyway. I just sent off your two big guys using your phone. It’s just you and me now,” he whispered under me.

Queen Lourine Chatrine was surprised when suddenly Prince Xander Reenan came to her. "My son, what's wrong? Why do you look panicked like that?" Queen Lourine Chatrine asked while holding her son's hand. "Mother, I had a dream and the dream seemed real," replied Prince Xander. Queen Lourine Chatrine frowned. "Sit down dear, and tell me your dream," said Queen Lourine chatrine. Prince Xander Reenan immediately sat down and began to tell his dream. "I dreamed that I met Tristan. He was holding Alleta Wolfrentie's daughter. They were both wearing white clothes. He handed the princess to me and told me that day he had gone aimlessly. He was only thinking about how to get the princess to wake up