The Runaway Princess Book Novels & Stories

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

"Andrea Brigadier, what the hell's wrong with you? Do you know how many girls would kill to marry Lucien Denver? By the count of three, you better get your ass up on that altar and say I do!" "It's all part of the plan Liliana" I said as I wiped my tears away. "What plan? There was a plan and you didn't tell your best friend?" Lilian asked surprised. "I didn't tell you... I didn't tell you because it involves me escaping, running away" I said trying to make Lilian get the whole point but she was more confused than ever. "Running away to where?" She asked curiously. "I don't wanna be alpha, and neither do I want to marry Lucien. But they are both duties I must carry out. So that's why I and L

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

"It knows no end. It grows and stretches to include others in its embrace. I love you, my princess." This was similar to the exchange that Mairwen and her father had when she was little. She would ask about the limitations of love and he would say that there are none. Satisfied, she hugged Devrim tightly. "I love you too, Father." As the princess rode away with her escort, she looked beside her at Brinn. "You are a princess, too, Brinn. How do you cope with all the expectations?" Brinn laughed so hard that her chest heaved. "I am the last person to ask. I ran away to the land of humans to escape my duties. But my parents are not nearly as understanding as yours."

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

Isaac was caught off guard as Irene's horse broke into a gallop. Surprised by their sudden acceleration, he quickly gave chase!

She said. Ragnar took steps forward, his hard feet breaking the twigs on the floor. His fist was clenched together as he reached his daughter. "Shift now!" He roared. "I can't, Father." She cried looking up at Ragnar who looked like he could beat her up in an instant. "If you are my daughter, Calantha, Heir, and Princess of the Raven Pack, I command you to SHIFT!" He grabbed her by her arm and shook the lifelessness in her, but she began to cry instead.

“Get up.” I couldn’t. My arms had stopped answering. He looked past me at the retreating shapes in the trees, then back down, and something in his face shifted from soldier to something closer to afraid. “Princess…” He caught the word in his own throat, swallowed it whole. “Run!” An arm closed around my waist. The ground dropped away beneath me, and the forest, the rogues, the torn pages scattering in the mud … all of it vanished behind a wall of galloping horses and rain.