The Villain Princess Seizes Control Novels & Stories

It sounded as if they were trying to respond, but he gave them no opportunity, “I am Prince Markmannon Orvis, son of the great King Orvis and the true queen of Kurr. My claim to the throne is far stronger than yours, Mandrake. Since the princess agreed to marry me prior to learning of your claim to her, and considering my royal lineage, I’d say your agreement with her mother and father is null and void.” I flew into the kitchen. “How long?” I said, “How long have you been lying to me?” Mark wore a look of surprise as he tried his best to regain his composure. “Good day, Princess,” Drake said softly. “I trust you are better?” “I was until I heard the bullshit coming out of this son-of-a-bit

"Ah hun. Not another step princess or the boy will be dead." She stops afraid. Looking at me. I thrash in his grip but he was much stronger. "You choose this weak pathetic boy over me princess? What a shame ,he has to die for you now." "Stop! Don't you dare-" His grip on my neck tightens and he lifts my body up in the air. My legs thrashing and teary eyes fixed at the brown innocent eyes of the princess. "Noooo!" She screams , her eyes changing from vulnerable to dating suddenly.

The princess stood there in front of him motionless as if she was in a trance. The vampire made a deathly growl of victory assimilating the paralyzed state of the princess. He blew air and the wedding gown of the princess flew away in air. Everyone of her subjects who were present in the hall turned their faces away unable to bear the humiliation of the queen. The vampire made another earth shattering growl and directed his forefinger in her direction. This time the ornaments which were covering her chest flew away.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

I naively believed that if I changed myself into the version he liked, I could finally be happy. "What I got in return was being chained to a tree and treated like trash by a group of trash." I turned back to face William. The vulnerability and fear from the nightmares were gone from my eyes. In their place was a cold, familiar edge, one forged through blood and war. "The Zendaya who tried to be a good mate? She's gone. What they'll face now is the wolf princess who crawled out of a mountain of corpses." I stepped up to him and extended my right hand. It was scarred and battered, but still steady and strong.

The sound of its base tapping against the stone floor echoes through the quiet shrine. His gaze lingers on me—not judgmental, but knowing. Too knowing. “The second princess,” he begins, his voice low and deliberate, “is marked by this path. A cruel king seeks her hand.” My chest tightens painfully. Cruel king. The words feel heavier now than they did when I first read them. “But,” he continues, lifting one finger slowly, “the prophecy does not say she is powerless. It only speaks of danger.” I listen carefully, forcing myself to breathe.

“So the Princess looks like Auntie Elena, right, Uncle?” Feliks smoothed Vasiliya’s blonde hair. He didn’t confirm it. He didn’t deny it either. He let the touch of his hand become the answer his tongue was not permitted to speak. “The Bay Prince found his Princess,” he continued, dismissing the fact that his niece had just struck the most sensitive point in his entire life. “But the Princess behaved as though they were strangers.” “Why?” “Because there were shadow keepers—very powerful bandits with many spies. They didn’t like it when someone who should have disappeared turned out to still be breathing. If they discovered the Princess was alive, they would hunt her.”

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

One of the dark shadows applauded. "Druji, what are you doing? I know you more than anything else. Don’t let Dubheasa manipulate you! I know you’re like them but you’re not as evil as them. Please listen to me. Listen to your heart. I want to save you Druji!" Vivar tried to persuade the princess, but the princess stayed firm and signaled the dark shadows to take him away. “Druji! Please don’t let the evil queen control you. I know this is not what you want!” Vivar urged as he was being dragged to the dark staircase.

He gulped, finally recognizing the anger that was getting ready to boil over on him at any minute. "Okay, okay. So a couple of us were bored today, and we went out scouting the area to take the edge off. I ended up near some Oakhaven Mall in the human territory. It was packed with humans," he sneered, "but what caught my attention was the little princess you're all looking for. The one in the photos you passed around to the warriors at Bloodraven. She was right there!" He punctuated his statement by slamming his fist onto his knee. "Right there for the taking. She didn't have anyone around her. The crowd had separated her from her group. So I grabbed her. Easy pickings, I thought. She's so f