The Princess Of Eight Uncles Novels & Stories

Luke was a , not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

Skye Evanore Reoch isn't your normal princess. She's a soul collecting reaper that discovers she's part of a much bigger prophecy involving the elves. Will she allow fate to run its course or will love come to interfere, creating a choice she must decide upon?

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

No one knows that Ingrid Steele, the CEO who's currently talking about how her company bans office romances on the podium, has begged me to do it with her eight times in a row last night. Her secretary leans in and murmurs into my ear, "I heard that our cold and aloof CEO has plans to reveal her husband's identity recently. Rumors say that she even plans on throwing him an extremely grand wedding just to make it up to him." Warmth floods my heart at that moment. It's then I decide to make the great news of me winning a billion dollars in the lottery a wedding gift for Ingrid. Our daughter, Gaby Newman, no longer has to hide anymore in life. The three of us can publicly spend time together as a family now! The next day, I put on the suit that Ingrid has given me eight years ago. Then, I enter the wedding venue. As soon as I open the door, I see Ingrid leading her first love, Hank Conley, up the stage. After they exchange rings with each other, they share a sweet kiss in front of everyone in a tight embrace. In the end, Ingrid tosses her wedding bouquet at the guests. Coincidentally, it lands right in my hands. Someone next to me gives me a light shove. "What are you waiting for? Give them your blessings already!" I just clap for the newlyweds while walking toward them. "Congratulations, you two! I hope that you can live happily ever after and that you'll have a bundle of joy soon! No, make it 108 babies, how about that?" As soon as my words fall, I turn on my heel and stride away. As expected, Ingrid doesn't chase after me. She doesn't even bother calling me nor explaining everything to me.

Emily Hollen and Sebastian were highschool sweethearts but a lie wedge them apart. Several years later, Emily became a hotelier and wanted to develop a resort in a foreign country governed by a monarch. What a surprise it was to her when she learnt the soon-to-be-king was her ex-boyfriend from highschool.

The princess of Oberlin City scorns the poor, and I'm the biggest thorn in her side—I live in squalor but am specially admitted by a prestigious college meant for the rich. "What right does a peasant like you have to study at the same college as me?" Nails appear on my seat, and the shampoo in my bathroom is switched to glue. Chantelle Gorman even daringly tries to ram me over at the campus entrance—all because I'm a poor young woman from the countryside. To survive, I set my sights on her father, a perfect gentleman. He's a domineering CEO who's never had a shortage of women in his life. It's too bad he has no other children besides Chantelle. Chantelle thinks I'm a piece of trash who'll get kicked to the curb after a night of pleasure, but she doesn't know how easily the women in my family conceive. I give birth to seven sons and a daughter for the domineering CEO. How can Chantelle possibly go up against me and my eight children?

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

Nineteen-year-old Alex Raynot has never known peace. Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she’s learned that survival means never trusting too deeply, and never hoping too much. But when one night of terror drives her straight into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world takes a turn she could never have imagined. Reed. Rhett. Rhys. Three brothers with eyes like night and power that hums in the air around them. They rule Denver’s underground. Their names whispered with both reverence and fear. Ruthless. Unreachable. Untouchable. Until Alex crashes into their world. A wrong door. A desperate escape. One encounter that should have ended in disaster becomes a collision course with fate. Because when her family is forced to relocate for her grandfather’s funeral, Alex discovers the unthinkable truth: those same three men, the ones who saved her, and branded her mind with fear and forbidden desire, are her step uncles. Now, she’s trapped inside their mansion, surrounded by luxury that feels like a gilded cage. Every hallway hums with tension, every look from Reed burns like a challenge, every word from Rhys teases the edge of danger, and every silent glance from Rhett feels like a promise of something she shouldn’t want. They’re older. Powerful. Untouchable. And yet, each carries a darkness that pulls her closer. But beneath the glittering wealth and cold marble walls lie secrets her father refuses to explain, secrets about why he left this family years ago, and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built.

Princess Claire is the most beautiful, elegant and respected princess among all the seven princesses of Aither kingdom being the king's favourite earn her a lot of hatred but she couldn't care less as she dominate the palace. Falling into a trap one night she suddenly became fiancé to Prince Michael her 'Hansome Savior' but having to move to another Kingdom where she's the last and powerless among the other princesses, Princess Claire fought her way to the top trampling on her opponents and dominating her husband Kingdom. Prince Michael is the last prince of his kingdom with no interest in the throne unlike his three brothers he chose the business world but after an incident he became engaged to Princess Claire, they both have lot of misunderstanding especially about prince Michael first love who he can't seems to get over. He tried to change his fiancee thought about things and ended falling in love with her.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."