The Princess Slave Novelas e Histórias

I lashed out, my brows furrowing in anger. He can't even narrate the whole story boastfully because he's not sure of it and this gave me another chance to deny the whole story once again. "It's not a tale, Your Highness." Lord Miller affirmed, speaking for the first time today. "All he had said is what happened. The young princess was taken away as a slave by the powerful Vampire clan, The Guilt Guild. She was taken for this same reason but she ended up escaping when she was grown enough." He explained further.

"I would be kind enough to take off your chains if you were my slave." I have to bite my lips to stop myself from snorting out loud. Princess Rowena saved me from death itself, whatever the reasons for doing so were, I don't think she owes me more than a good treatment. "With your consent and our father's approval I can buy you from Princess Rowena. You will have all the fine things you have ever dreamed of," the idiotic princess promises. The heavy door suddenly swings open and three of Princess Rowena's guards steps inside. "Her highness Princess Rowena demands that her slave be taken to her chambers," ones states, not bothering to address the princess in the room in a noteworthy manner.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

It was an insult for a gifted being to be a slave. Such people were kept as people of high status such as a prime ministers or a member of the land's council. The King smiled. An evil smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't care what power you bear La Reine, you're no longer the Princess of ICANAR but a Slave for the King of Bakarish. My Slave." TBC

Cassandra POV “What's so special in her?” His voice was rough, dominating, and powerful. It made me feel weak in my knees instantly. “Your Grace, she is the Princess of the Reges Empire,” The slave master said. “Was,” He corrected him, looking offended. “Yes Your Grace, but she is denying to accept slavery,” He stood up suddenly and walked a little closer to me. My heartbeats raced insanely as he stood closer to me. He was so much taller than me that I could hardly reach up to his shoulder. I tilted my head backward to meet my eyes with him. Slowly his fingers touched the strands of my hair tucking them behind my ear.

She shifted backwards. "I am a slave Justin, a once upon a time princess. I use to wear, the finest clothes, the most expensive jewelries. My body, was cladded with with expensive apparel, and now.. I wear rags! RAGS!!!" She bawled shaking her head furiously, like some mad woman. I felt a feeling grow in my head.. pity? I couldn't tell, but it was something knew that I have never felt for anyone. How could I have forgotten? How could I have forgotten Racheal is a princess, I have always seen her as a slave.. I never got once remembered she was once royalty.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

And It's funny how they tried so hard even though some of them can't even pronounce words properly Holding my laughter, I spoke "Hewwo. Ay awm Pwincess wawaine. Nice to mweet yu all" (Hello. I'm princess Lalaine. Nice to meet you all). "Since the princess already introduced herself, who wants to follow?" The teacher asked cheerfully And a really cute girl raised her hands. She have a short pink hair and a fair skin. "Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld"

The young man looks perplexed amidst fear, he doesn't know whether to reveal the hiding truth or not, as for he knows how vilian his master his. "Fred… don't you wish to tell me” He left to have his sit. “ I will only if you promise to give me the guide to be the Knight of this court” He snickered and thought to himself;" how stupid of you”. " Alright, I will gladly do that, so tell me.” Then he began his confession…. “ A day before the princess was murdered…" Master Magnus cut in… “ Murdered?. I thought she committed a suicide, isn't it?" He rolled his eyes up amidst the false correction.

I lean in and take a deep breath, running my nose up her neck to her ear as I whisper, "Who are you?" She lifts her hands to the one I have around her throat, over Father's collar, and rasps. "My name is Princess Aurora and King Alpha Oliver's personal slave..." Both Magnus and I growl. "You are mine!" "I can't be. You're not meant to be in here..." The words seem to be forced out as she too takes another deep breath as I loosen my fingers around her throat. Her eyes flash gold, and she then growls "Mate! You're mine, but you must go!!"