Torture Princess Novels & Stories

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

That foolish general spilled the beans. "Young man, don't talk nonsense. The Celts are an enemy of my ancestors, how could I collude with them?" The Prince turned to the Queen Mother and said seriously, "Mother, I came all the way for one purpose and that's to marry my beloved Princess Dohana. I will not entertain this fool no more. He is obviously a traitor and a liar. Before, he kidnapped the Princess and kept her locked up in his home country. That's a crime of kidnapping. Arrest him immediately or the wedding is off."

My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's Fiancée figure approaching the sink. "Princess Asta is a pleasure to meet you. Omar speaks highly of you." I greet her in a friendly way. "Omar? Is King Drakon Omar Brantley for you! And don't dare to address me, filthy peasant. Know your place." She scuffs, motioning her hands before the water sensor. I was speechless. This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.

Never in her Wildest dream , Princess thought that she would get a treatment like this Princess was beautifully grown lady and standing only in lingerie could made any man to turn on the fire of need and desire in them but Not to ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE who craved only his Mewling Squirrel Her heart froze as he continued to peed on her and smiled like a raging wolf who had hidden his actual agenda Princess's heart wanted only Abhimanyu who never glanced at any other woman except Taapur Princess vomited at the spot and her body thrashed and felt down on the floor Abhimanyu laughed animalistically at her . . What do you think huh ? That I'll spare you ? After hurting my Queen huh ? .... ,, Abh

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Unwanted. Cruel. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs as she struggled, pushing against them, trying to break free, but they were too many. Too strong. Too determined. “Let me go!” she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of fear. Laughter answered her. Cold. Heartless. Like her pain was entertainment. Like she was nothing more than a spectacle. “Relax,” one of them sneered. “You weren’t so shy in that video.” Another hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back when she tried to slip away.

As the car hit me, my consciousness began to fade. Pain shot through my entire body, but what hurt more was the absolute, crushing despair of being abandoned. Flashes of memory flooded my mind. The first time I saw Vincent, sitting behind his desk, the cold light glinting off his glasses. Me, deliberately provoking him, and him, completely unmoved. The first time he pinned me down, calling me Principessa, his voice low and ragged. I had thought it was love.

A bright glow emanates from the baby and a collective gasp fills the hall. "A healer has been born to all the supernatural beings. Behold, a child born of a pure soul. A child born to a woman who suffered the most atrocities of life but remained pure. All the torture, pain, hurt, and abuse could not dampen her love nor cloud her pure heart. She chose forgiveness, over vengeance. She chose love over animosity. No matter how bad the blows were, Summer remained the indestructible princess that she rightly is. All hail our universal queen!" "All hail the Queen!"

The princess bowed to the fire and sat in front of it cross legged with folded hands. A huge sack of coconuts were placed on either side of her. A big garland of flowers was ornamented on her like a necklace. Before her were pictures of ancient Arabic Gods. Two disciples stood on either side of her. Each one of them took a coconut and broke it with force on her head. The process continued. The princess not even flinches as she sat there unmoving as in an oblation to fire. Her only desire was to end the beast by any means. "Give me the most torturous death for his end should be as threatening as mine." She declared with her head held high in valor and power even when she was walking towards

She did not even suffer a simple scratch in the royal palace of the Artemia kingdom, but now she is being forced to suffer such inhuman torture by someone she does not even recognize nor does she remember of having any grudges with the other party. If General Markus, Soran and Asha heard Princess Regina’s thoughts, then they would have been dumbfounded at her unique brain circuit. General Markus has not even started the real torture yet, and it is already deemed as inhuman by the princess of Artemia kingdom that could kill the innocent arrogantly without blinking her eyes. Such a brain circuit is only for those special individuals that thinks that the whole world circles around them.