The Runaway Princess Book Novels & Stories

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.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. Without even tidying up, she hurried to her studio and began to sketch frantically. She wanted to create a book titled 'The Adventures of the Runaway Princess'. The name might sound cheesy, but it was just a temporary title. She had the entire storyline planned out. The story was about a commoner princess and the hardships she faced. Wielding a sword, she overcame obstacles, fought villains, and defeated dragons. Eventually, she would save a handsome prince, finding both friendship and love along the way.

The princess placed her head against the window, feeling the soft hum of the car as it transported her back to her misery. “Missy! Do not ignore me when I have asked you a question!” Goodwin scorned again, turning the steering wheel clockwise. Elika ignored the stranger’s scorns, her mind wandering aimlessly as she avoided thinking of the dark lord; of the consequences for running. Only, did Darkous expect her never to try? To sit there while he treated her as a pet and locked her in a cage? The princess had to attempt to run, to test if she could make it. Now, she just needed to find where she went wrong and do it differently, she would never willing stay within her uncle’s clutches. Not wi

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

“You didn’t come here to befriend me.” “No,” she agreed smoothly. “I came to understand you.” “Why?” “Because you matter to him. And because I have the curiosity to know why a woman who was once a queen, ran away and left the king to bleed.” The words caught me off guard. I didn’t let it show. “And that concerns you?” “It informs me.” She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t insecure. She was calculating. “I don’t want your position. And you don’t know the difficulties I faced before I ran away.” I said evenly.

"I would never be the subject of the sinister ideas in your head.” Aiden didn't say anything. He just watched, a faint, mocking smirk playing on his lips which made my skin crawl. "You will be back, Princess," he said as I shoved past him toward the door. "Next time, the price won't be as easy as a few buttons." My grip tightened on my shirt, I almost said something, but I didn’t. I opened the door and stepped out, breaking into a run almost immediately.. I didn't stop running until I reached the suite. My chest was tight, my vision was getting blurry, my breaths rapid and shallow. I needed to breathe.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

And when their lips met, it wasn't desperate or frightened or frantic. It was steady. Real. Hopeful. A kiss born not from escape. But from survival. From truth. From love. EPILOGUE - THE GIRL WHO RAN, THE WOMAN WHO ROSE Greyfall City would never forget the runaway bride who brought down a criminal empire, reclaimed her rightful inheritance, and survived the Ghost. But that wasn't the story that Teresa carried. Her story was simpler A girl who ran from a life chosen for her… A woman who chose her own futur And a love that didn’t save her, But stood with her while she saved herself.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

"Really?" I looked at the clock in the room it was eleven pm. "Come princess."