Romans & histoires The Wicked Princess Plans For Her Life

But I suppose it cannot be helped now,’ The Princess shall be graceful with this loss. In pain, she closed her eyes, resigned. ‘Let me die.’ Her dying wish was that death will be as easy as sleeping. * * * * * (‘I do not... run.... I cannot run…’) This is the story thus far; the cursed Princess had been given a poisoned apple by a greedy witch playing queen. But let me be clear: It allowed her to swallow the poison. It was suicide and murder all at once. (‘...from my... enemies…’)

"The prince thought everything had gone according to his plan, but he was wrong. When the prince came to the palace to take the princess away with him, the other prince had taken her away with him to make her his slave." Darius paused for a moment to calm his anger before he spoke again, "The prince did whatever he could to get the princess back into his arms. He then met the ugly princess with her stupid father. He made her fall in love with him and marry her. He poisoned her father and killed all her warlords. He wants to be king and take all her armies so he can get what he wants the most." "The other prince and the ugly princess will die soon. The little prince and the little princess wi

I said softly. “I.. I will tell Cedric the news.” She said. She quickly scurried from the room. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Viktor asked. “Do you think I shouldn’t?” I asked. He smiled as he cupped my cheeks. “I think it’s a fantastic idea.” He said. He pressed his lips firmly against mine. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Today, I crown Princess Violette Dubois as Queen of the Dubios kingdom. Queen of the werewolves.” The Elder minister said. He placed the crown on my head.

After all, our priests had always used it in purification rituals for the pack. The islanders began breeding Reveira Frogs and cultivating Valerian Octornia. They were busier than ever, but their smiles were brighter, their laughter more frequent. I purchased another island, setting up a company and factories under my human identity. Orders flooded in from every corner of the world, and the wealth in my hands multiplied. With it, the werewolf pack flourished. I bought more islands. Built schools. Developed infrastructure. Improved the quality of life for our people.

Harry put his hand on his chest dramatically saying “Oh Abi! I’m the second version of your husband and oh Stella! I’m your prince. You both can’t plan my murder.” “Actually we can.” Granny and I said in unison. “It’s not the good manners to hear others plan so being a good boy I will be waiting in the car. Plan well.” Saying that he started walking towards the car. We both laughed looking at him and then granny asked “Prince?” Shit! Harry you left me to answer to granny for your stupid sentence. “It’s nothing. It’s a stupid talk like he always does.” I didn’t know whether she buy my answer or not but she simply nodded her head not asking anything. That’s enough. We both then strolled to the

The fifth Prince was always kmown for his smartness and intelligence. He always do his things carefully and always made the best of plan! " So, I started planning on my own.... We should have done it differently brother. We should have let him go alone but now the deed has been done. So what we should do now is... I don't know if you can do it tho" he said and paused. The second Prince was getting agitated at this moment. His future if he was to get caught was blurry! " Just get to the fucking point and stop asking unnecessary question!." He hollered " Why won't I do it huh? I will do anything at this moment to save my pretty arse!" He said as he wiped the sweat that was slowly drip

“I don’t want you to do your best. You have no choice but to make sure it stays this way. “Number two, I want you to spread the word that you were the one behind the abandoned villa incident. “Your goal was not to ruin Grandma York’s birthday banquet. You only did this because Vince York abandoned you. “You came all the way here for him, yet you lost everything because of him. That’s why you were planning to drag him down with you.” The fourth princess hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth. “Fine. I accept.” The fourth princess was not willing to spread such a scandal…

She didn't want to be seen as a reward given to a man for his attainment, which she was. She could vividly recollect the day her peaceful life changed. The day the kingdom's nemesis ended was the day she's started. The day the Crown prince ended the biggest problems the kingdom had had for a long time, is the same day the spirits picked her up for the prince as a reward. Finally, they arrived at the palace and a woman had the guards stop the carriage. The woman was the King's Mistress, Salia. "I heard your carriage went Missing, are you hiding a man somewhere, Amiria?" Her voice held resentment.

The fact was he hadn’t come to terms with the fact that the Princess was a witch who had just wreaked havoc in the palace. It took less than a day to change everything he knew to be rigid fallacy. The ever-perfect and revered Princess of Ehan, who without even a title intimidated the court of Beast, now looked like a manic. She shook roughly the arms of an unconscious, rugged man in bed as she shouted at him. The Princess had Bloodshot eyes, and the stress on her face was more prominent than he remembered it to be last night. Even the clothes she had on were loose and crinkled. It was unbelievable even when he saw her state with his own eyes.

"Explore the castle in the night? I'll have to see that maid of yours then." "No! I mean. . .she said to do it in the day but I decided..." She trailed off, her cheeks burning. The prince nodded in fake assent. "I understand. You felt the urge to... Steal--" "What! N--" "--and possibly murder someone in their sleep." Dea's mouth gaped open. "I don't... Kill." "You don't kill," the prince said, reclining on his chair, "then what do you do? Teach those witchy children how to infringe?"