Torture Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say reminding her of all of the women that were dead because of her. And so I continued. Each time I stabbed her I said a name. Each time she begged for death I refused to give it. It wasn’t until I had named all twenty-three of the victims that I stopped my torture. I stood over Vanessa’s bloody body and stared down at her with my eyes glowing brightly. I am covered in her blood and my hand is burning from the sword, but I refuse to let it go. Weakly Vanessa turns her head to the side and bares her neck to me. With one last swing the blade falls across her neck, severing her head from her body. “That one,” I whisper. “That one was for my pup.”

"Now listen to me you ugly slave, your punishment is to spend the whole day standing under the sun in front of the palace. You are not allowed to have food or water, nor are you allowed to move even an inch until I relieve you from your punishment. Now get out of my sight." Kathy got up and left the princess's room while Meela praised her, "thank you so much, my princess. That was really a befitting punishment." Kathy walked to the front of the palace and stood there. She was feeling very thirsty and hadn't even had her bath and now she was going to once again spend the whole day without food. She recalled how she had woken up in the morning and received two slaps from Meela, how Mason had a

The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate. I knew the princess doesn't not want to marry another person than her mate, she wanted to marry her real mate, but her real mate had another lady who was not his mate, how could she leave him when she had search all over to find her mate but she found him, and he rejected her the first day they met. Remembering how happy that day was, I couldn't do anything for her. I could only look at the sadness in her eyes as she was rejected but she d

’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss. When her men had learned of how sick and twisted Khalid was their hatred of him had grown exponentially, they were determined to bring him down and finish him for good regardless of the cost to themselves. Such evil could not be allowed to live in their world and if he dared to harm so much as a single hair on their little Mafia Princesses head his death would be slow and extremely painful.

Like I promised,no one will harm your mate irrespective of who they're. I'm the only one who has the power to do that. The problem here is what I have been telling you from the onset, maybe if you had done it,you wouldn't have been shy of you. Have sex with the princess, please. For your mate's sake. They had refused to release her if you didn't do so. She's being thoroughly tortured,but alive and breathing. She's eating well too and she looks up to you to save her. The princess Foster's father kidnapped her, he's a Council elder. Please.Son. Do it for us,for your mate and for the princess].

I bravely said. Expectedly, he got mad and tried to stand but I pushed him back. "We both hate this. So for Miss Della's sake, let's just go through with this torture and have it done." With that, we both went in silence. After this man and his family asked that ridiculous favor, the king finally made up his mind and asked the security department to conduct a comprehensive investigation. Only then did we learn how the princess became Luna but remained stomped on despite the title? She had no power and would even need to ask for permission from her own husband if she wanted to sleep with him.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

“Princess, what are you-” “I was there. I witnessed everything that happened. This man tried to put his filthy hands on Meandra,” Belle said as she pointed at him. Alejandro looked surprised. “I'm not going to believe anything you say. You have a history of defending the slave,” Alejandro glared at her. “It doesn't mean that I'm not telling the truth. He tried to put his hands on her and threaten her. If anyone was going against your orders, it was him,” Belle said again, more firmly.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

“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