Novelas y relatos de The Princess Slave

Surprisingly, they had spared me for some sick reasons, and had taken me as a form of souvenir to their Alpha who immediately waved me off and recruited me as one of his many slaves. They always mistreated me in every way, threw insults at me and even beat me up for the slightest reasons but those ill treatments they meted on me wasn’t enough to keep me locked up, nor enough to have my mouth sealed. I was a Princess, the daughter of a strong Alpha for that matter, and thus I couldn’t tolerate being trampled upon even now that I had been reduced to the position of a palace slave. I remembered how weak I had been that night, and how I had been abused by Alpha Draco’s soldiers. The thought brou

I called, voice low with my fingers curling against my palm, "do not speak of my child nor my lady-in-waiting." "And if I do?" Her tone was taunting, "Why don't I sentence them with you as well?! You will watch them die before I give off the orders for your head to be cut off." "My lady," I dragged the chains as I got up to my feet. My joints cracked as I stretched my legs and stalked a bit closer to her. "I may be a slave, but I am still a princess. I have my powers, and if my powers are taken, I have my will."

Dozens of nervous faces stared toward the mansion steps. Luca emerged slowly. His expression alone made several men lower their heads. His eyes swept across them one by one. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe too loudly. Finally, Luca's cold voice shattered the silence. "One prisoner..." He descended the steps. "...one helpless woman..." Another step. "...escaped from this estate." He stopped before the assembled guards. "And not one of you noticed." Silence. Absolute silence. Luca slowly drew his pistol. The metallic click echoed across the courtyard.

She ordered. "Your highness?" The maid called in surprise. She thought the princess didn't need her report anymore. "My next slap will actually make your teeth fall out." Evelyn threatened, and the maid visibly shivered in fear. "The girl is a slave your highness. She... she was bought by the prince. She..." "What is her job here?" Evelyn cut her off. "Nothing your highness. The prince does not let them work." She choked out, even her teeth were stained with blood.

She give a grief sigh at the top of her lungs when Lesia started walking. Finally... Lesia looked at her, before they enter the door of the measuring room, she first looked at Yubin. "Pardon me for asking, are you perhaps the rumored 'Slave' that was saved by the Queen?" The unexpected question made Yubin gulped, even though she expected this, to begin with, she can't hide but get less concerned about this matter. She is Sapphire Pheobe Militia Adilara but she was to be referred to as 'Slave' instead of a 'Princess' a ruler rightfully heir to the Adilara Crown.

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.

“How convenient for all of you.” A palace steward stepped forward. Someone I had once greeted politely in hallways. His hands shook so badly his sleeves trembled. “I saw the princess holding a blade,” he said. “She rushed toward the queen.” “You were nowhere near the upper hall,” I snapped. “You were in the kitchens. Fetching honey cakes. You are lying and you know it.” The poor man wilted like a dying houseplant. Next came a servant girl. Barely older than me. She wrung her hands dramatically.

I explained. The general stayed quiet for a few seconds, then said "She's too quick witted, not to be up to something. You just haven't noticed it. Be alert. I know her. She may be picking up a spoon, and that may be a signal to someone." I just nodded my head. He walked away and i went back to my post only to see the princess out of her room and peeking through the door. "Where did you go?" She asked. "To the bathroom, My Princess." I answered

Only then would King Phillip…or me…gain world domination. If I gained world domination, I would snatch Elizabella out of the thieving barbarian's greasy mitts and then spit in his face. I would imprison every single barbarian and treat them as slaves, making them work in fields and whipping them whenever I fancied to. I would make them pay for all of the destruction and pain that damned race has caused. I will Slaughter their King. When I finally convinced King Phillip of these strategies, he gave his daughter, Princess Sera, to the neighbouring kingdom (or queendom) of Pateros. The sickly son of the queen, Prince Titus would marry Princess Sera and form an

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.