The Stolen Princess Novels & Stories

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

She looked about sixteen, and maybe she was our princess. "Stella, how old was the princess?" I whispered. "If the 'myths' are true, since she was under hiding ever since she was a baby, I guess she is sixteen. Why are you asking? You found us our way?" she replied. "For the past half-hour, that girl has been stealing glances at us. She might be our princess," I said, signaling her to look at the girl as she stylishly stole glances over my shoulders.

He took the cotton from my fingers and threw it in the dustbin. I held out the band aids. With one glance at them, he said, “No.” I frowned and still pushed them in his direction. “I don’t care how you blink those eyes at me, princess, I’m not going to put that butterfly shit on my fingers.” I rolled my lips in and looked down. “Princess...” There was a hint of warning in that single word, but I ignored it as I took that word and locked it inside my chest. To treasure it when I would need it the most. He had called me princess for only a handful of times and yet it felt like he had been calling me that since the world began, just like the pull I felt toward him since I laid my eyes on him.

“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

he asked standing straight with his hands to his waist “I am nobody, I just lost my way and was scared I might be lost so I ran a bit fast than I should” “Are you sure you are not a thief?” he asked Hearing his accusation Princess Malibu snapped immediately and took off the pitiful weak face “Thief? How dare you insult me with such low crime?” she asked back ` “If you are not a thief who then are you?” “I am Princess Malibu of Mana Kingdom, how dare you accuse me of thievery?” she yelled at him “Really? Then why don’t we go to the Queen of Mana to prove your identity” Prince Caleb said and took her hand to drag her

I gasped, “Oh my Goddess! What happened?” Queen Chumani sighed and sat up, “There was a female who wanted to be Aidinth’s princess before he found Chloe. I even caught him kicking her out of his room a few times. He never did want anything to do with her. She was a major whore. Anyway, when he brought Chloe back with him from Luna Abby’s ball, she was waiting in his room for him. She had been going through the boxes with Chloe’s visions in them and they caught her. Chloe and Aidinth were already madly in love by the time they got here and she was livid to see them together. She tried to seduce Aidinth after he told her to get out, and Chloe grabbed her arm and dislocated her shoulder for put

“Not amongst her subjects, but rarely does she divulge it to outsiders. It is because of an outsider that her daughter is now missing.” “What?” I gasped. “A few weeks ago, a man and a woman came by and pretended to befriend our queen. They brought with them exotic goods under the guise of wanting to develop a trade between our country and theirs. When they finally convinced us of their sincerity and our guard went down, they stole the princess. We send search parties out regularly. Not only can they not locate the princess, but the country that these kidnappers spoke of is non-existent.” “Oh, wow,” I said with sympathy. “Didn’t anyone validate the country’s whereabouts and their claims f

Lust filled their eyes and attacked the Princesses. It was a horrible sight. The royal guards fought the bandits, but they had weapons---guns. They stripped the Princesses and devoured their bodies as they cried for help. Everything fell in chaos. Princess Alentis showed up, terrified and trembling when she sighted how the bandits disgrace her mother. She was being raped by three men, and not far from her was Princess Kirsten, pale and dead, and the Queens of Italy and Greece. They amputated their bodies, and she saw how her grandfather was slayed trying to protect her.

Kat POV “Princess Katerina?” I repeated in a whisper before I burst out laughing. “There is no way on this planet that I’m some princess. I’m a thief! I’m not some prissy royal living in a castle somewhere.” The stranger’s eyes met mine and I fell quiet as his eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. “You are Princess Katerina Anja Mila Terezija, Princess of the Werewolves and heir to the throne. You were stolen from us five years ago, shortly after your eighteenth birthday, but you are now found and King Mattias wishes for your return as soon as possible.”

His heart raced with each echoing footstep, and the princess, while embracing the passion of their forbidden love, couldn't escape the nagging fear of repercussions. Their secret meetings became a delicate dance between desire and danger. The princess's room, once a haven of innocence, transformed into a sanctuary where love blossomed against the backdrop of uncertainty. As the stolen nights unfolded, Maximus and Callista clung to the precious moments, oblivious to the storm brewing on the horizon.