Novel & Cerita The Runaway Princess Book

I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size. I remember her though, she wouldn’t ever come down from that damn obstacle course and I couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast, even though I was older and stronger. Despite being banned from the palace I’d sneak away just to look at her. Is that creepy? I was ten. Ah well, make up for it now, get to know her and hopefully woo her. But how the hell do you woo a princess? I can’t give her more than she already has. I can’t buy her.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

With similar names and faces, fate seemed to pity me and gave me one more chance. But because of my embrace, Darcy Lemche labeled me a social climber. He treated me like dirt, while I fell deeply in love with him. He was my herb; being near him gave me courage to live. As heir to the Alpha King, a wealthy, powerful, and handsome second-generation Alpha, Darcy Lemche naturally had many she-wolves of various types around him. Even so, as his super simp, I managed to stay by his side, trying to please him—at first for his face, later for his identity. His status could be exploited for revenge. To some degree, he was right—I was a social climber.

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.

Every step was measured, and my nerves were on edge. Just as we reached the passage, I heard footsteps behind us. Panic surged through me as I realized he was coming. Without thinking, I nudged James toward the passage and whispered, “Run!” He darted out, small legs moving fast as he bolted toward the trees. I was right behind him, my breath coming in gasps as we plunged into the forest. “Emma! Don’t make this difficult. You can’t run from me.” Evan shouted while following me.

The attackers were busy tearing through the warriors to take notice of her escape. Rosalie sprinted in the opposite direction in hope of getting help. The sun beat down harshly on her fragile form but she continued to run. Sweat poured from her pores in abundance and tears streamed down her eyes. She'd not raised that they had come a long way and there was no trace of a living soul in sight. The Princess who had never even lifted a feather couldn't keep up with running for long. Her delicate body gave up and she fell to the ground. She was panting heavily as she stared ahead. She wanted to get up and run but she had not an ounce of energy left in her.

Arianna My head snapped toward the door. Damian’s eyes locked with mine, dark and intense. I pushed away from the table and ran as fast as I could. “Arianna… stop!” Damian’s voice thundered behind me. I didn’t stop. My feet slapped against the cold floor. I held my stomach with one hand and my dress with the other. I can’t let him catch me after what I’ve heard. I turned a corner too fast and crashed into a servant. She gasped as her tray fell with a loud clatter.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I could hear Cliff’s monotone voice droning on about the children here, recommending the best of the “lot.” The man mumbled something in return. His voice was deeper than Cliff’s, the sound rumbling through the thin walls of the entry way. The word princess slipped through the open door. The two syllables collided like a shock to my body. I coughed out a laugh. Right, I thought, This was the kind of place where princesses were found. Here where men like Cliff enjoyed stomping on the girls they raised, striving to make their bones brittle and their voices small. Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more.

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived