The Princess Slave Novels & Stories

She even explained how the Slums rejuvenation project helped her family into gaining employment with the hotel they are staying in, giving her a better position as a cook for the day time and better hours to be with her kids. “Allison… I mean Princess Allisara is a godsend. She is a Princess by the people, for the people.” Beatrice ends, wiping tears from her eyes. “You called her Allison, why is that?” The reporter asks, her blue eyes filled with confusion. “Because that was the name the Princess went by in the Slums. She told everyone that that was the name told to her by a Doctor after she lost her memories. Everyone knew she was an amnesiac; she never hid it.” Beatrice answers with a wis

"The way it was broken, Princess... it doesn't look like a normal animal did it. It was too... powerful. And as you know, Princess Isla's room was locked from the inside." Annie pressed her lips together, acting like she was thinking hard with worry. "This is all so deeply scary. I can only hope Isla will come back safe and soon." She waited a moment, then leaned a little closer to the Captain, talking quietly like she was telling a secret. "You know, Captain, some of the servants... they've been talking quietly to each other. About Princess Isla acting strange lately. The stealing... the way she looked at Prince Caius... almost... wild. Did you see anything strange yourself, Captain?" She l

“You judge him, don’t you? With those wide, naïve eyes, you see only what he is now, and you recoil.” A pause. Then, thoughtfully: “How fortunate for you, then, that you never had to see the horrors that made him.” Lyra licked her lips, wondering what the Mistress was talking about. What horrors had made him? Her curiosity bloomed despite herself. What more was there to this Alpha? The Mistress sighed, shaking her head as the crackling magic abated. “There is no great ruler without suffering. No strength without sacrifice.” Her gaze slid back to Lyra. “And yet, you look at him with such foolish accusations.”

I sat down staring at the horizon as the sun went to its resting place but I knew that it was just the entire finishing a rotation, I wished desperately that I could turn back the hands of time but the Moon Goddess had favourite and I wasn’t on their list that’s why she had made me a Beta knowing fully well that a female Beta as a Princess would spell doom for her. That’s why no matter how seduced the Crown Prince was, he wasn’t interested in me because I didn’t have a scent because even though I was a Princess, I was very ordinary. That’s why I had found myself as a slave, because nobody wanted me and because nobody thought I would amount to anything and it wasn’t their fault.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

"Your Majesty, we have a couple of new members that will introduce themselves before we move on to the more important matters. My heart raced with anxiety when I realized introductions were happening right away. I had rehearsed my lines a few times, but only a garbled jumble of words came to my mind while I waited for my name to be called out. "Next, Lady Nadia Varga, Daughter of Mr. Eugene Varga, former courtesan and worker at the Great Kitchens, now a loyal mistress of Grand Duke, Ian Balogh Bauer." I bowed down before opening my mouth, but the King wasn't looking at me. He locked his eyes with Ian and motioned me to sit down. Another gentleman, much old and frail than the earlier man, sto

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

"But not quite right. Kira, bring the uniform." The golden-haired woman stepped forward, and I saw the triumph in her green eyes. She held a bundle of gray fabric that she dropped at my feet with deliberate carelessness. "Servants wear gray in Blackthorne Keep," Dante explained, his tone almost conversational. "As do slaves. And that's what you are now, Princess. Not a prisoner of war. Not a hostage. A slave. My personal property, to do with as I please." "I am the heir to Silvermoon—"

I sat heavily on my bouncing bed. "What kind of question is that? I'm talking about the new slave, why does she look like a princess instead of a slave?" I bit my lower lips with worry written all over my face. Don't know why I'm worried, but something in me keeps making in uncomfortable about her. "She's the new slave that was brought into the castle few days ago. I heard her stepfather paid off his debt to the Master with her" Maria snapped, and I exhaled deeply with a shrug.