The Princess Of Eight Uncles Novels & Stories

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Thank God I didn't say the first that came to mind as soon as I opened the door or else I would have ended up calling the Queen “a daft idiot who doesn't get the point once because his ego is too bruised by a woman punching him. " I just swallowed and held the door wide open for her. “My Queen." Though my head was bowed, I could feel her death glare drilling holes into my head. “Mother." The Princess called her attention away from me and she walked into the room. Without wasting any more time, I walked out of the room and closed the door. At first, the room was silent and I was so happy I wasn't the Princess at that moment. However, I wasn't surprised because the tension between the princess

Nicholas had really unlocked extra potential when Gavin was imprisoned, followed by his father, who had been convicted on fraud charges months after his son was locked up. "Pa-pa." E.J. extended his arms the moment he saw Rob, who came straight towards us at the hotel entrance, Allan tailing behind him. I kind of hoped I'd meet Allan's girl, but well, he was alone. "You look like the best maid," Allan teased, sensing my slight disappointment because Rachel had invited his alleged wife too via Allan. "That's because I am dummy. Hi Rob," I waved, making him roll his eyes as he hugged me. Once Rob took his nephew from his father's arms, I left for Rachel's ensuite. I took the elevator, giving m

I don't know what else to do. I blame Carlos for being this way to her, she was his mate but he didn't wait for her and he had a relationship with lady who was not his mate, he made her like this a princess she was now working as a maid in another pack, I don't know the reason why he would chose another man over her, it is because she was beautiful or because he wanted to gain more power for himself. I don't know what is happening. The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate.

I want you to promise me hijo Thyro, by the way I'm Vladimir Buendias, Uncle Vladimir," Uncle Vladimir introduced himself with a smile. I smiled and nodded. "What is it, Uncle Vladimir?" "I want you to protect and love my daughter, Ausha, she's our only princess, I want you to protect her from the bad guys, can you do that?" I nodded. "Yes Uncle, I will do everything I can to protect your Princess." Uncle smiled again and ruffled my hair. "Good, from now on you're part of my family, I can be your second father," he added. My eyes widened. "Really uncle?"

She was staring up at the ceiling like she’d stepped into a fairytale, unaware that every single person in the room had stopped talking the moment we entered. I recognized them all. Uncles in their tailored suits, aunts in their jewels and silk gowns, cousins who had grown up with a silver spoon and a loaded pistol in their bedside drawer. The Bianchi bloodline, my bloodline, was gathered here like a pack waiting to see if the heir still belonged to them. “Giulianna,” my uncle Carlo was the first to speak, his voice sharp with authority. “Finally, our princess returns.” Princess. As if the title didn’t taste like iron in my mouth.

“I handled it myself.” Valeria hummed softly. Interesting. Very interesting. But she didn’t push. Not yet. Instead, she smiled again. “Oh! That reminds me…” Isabella frowned slightly. “What?” Valeria leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly. “You didn’t hear?” “Hear what?” “The party,” Valeria said. “It’s not just a regular fundraiser.” Isabella blinked. “It’s not?” Valeria shook her head slowly. “Nope.” A pause. “It’s a costume party.”

“I’m not little anymore.” “Are you?” Our oldest, brother Andrew teased. I hugged both of them and nodded. “I am.” Looking at my back, I signaled Red to come over. “By the way, my cute little son wants to great his uncles.” He unexpectedly looked at them calmly and did the ‘mano po’ before smiling. “Hello uncles. I’m Red De Villa, your handsome niece.” He stated seriously. They both clapped, amazed by my son’s behavior and intelligence. “Why Princess, our niece didn’t inherit your way of thinking. We’re glad.”

Her legs buckled but before she could hit the ground he was there holding her up, his hand came up to touch her face that had gone pale. "Moppet?" he cried hoarsely. He would never forget his little niece, though she wasn't little anymore. She looked the same, her eyes, her hair, her skin but there was a newness about her, a strange seductiveness that clutched at his heart. He lifted her off the floor and swung to face Malek who stood with a confused frown marring his brows. "Uncle?" He said slowly. "She is a whore who is rumoured to be the princess of Camelorn."

"I am your uncle Uzo. Did that ugly father of yours tell you about me?" "My dad is not ugly!!" Princess shouted. "He is the most handsome man in this whole wide world," Princess added. "Really? Cause I can't see the handsomeness you are talking about tho..." Uzo said. "That's because..." "Stop it, Princess. Say hello before anything." Rose said to Princess. "Don't stop her, please. That just goes to show that Christopher is really her father. Come in Princess... Give uncle Uzo a hug," he said and opened his arms wide for Princess.