princess

Old people used to say—"Watch your mouth. Once a word leaves, it never comes back." Nonsense, I thought. Pure, unadulterated nonsense. At least, that’s what I thought before today. Now, I’m sitting in an office that smells like pure disappointment, staring at a boss who can only be described as a fat, bald rhino. And I mean it. Not a single strand of hair. Smooth. Shiny. Reflecting my bad decisions right back at me. And the horn? Judging by his face, it looked like the rhino tried climbing a mountain and got the horn stuck halfway. Impossible, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But look at this—today, a rhino is sitting in a chair, in an office, acting like he owns the world. Clearly, anything is possible. Now, all of this was supposed to stay in my head. A thought. A private, safe, non-life-threatening thought. But me? Why would I act normal? Why would I choose peace when I can personally ruin my entire life? So, instead of walking out quietly, I said it. "You fat rhino. I quit." ... Ah. Beautiful. Truly, I had the aura of a domineering CEO. Except for one small issue: I’m not the heroine of some high-end drama. There was no background music. No slow-motion exit. No hidden identity. Just me. A nuisance with no powerful family and no backup. If my ancestors could see me right now, they’d crawl out of their graves just to beat me up themselves. But it’s fine. Because according to every story I’ve ever read, I just need to raise my fist, land one punch, and—Boom. He flies two buildings away and I become a local legend. My fist landed. A solid, direct hit. ... Why was the rhino not moving? Not even an inch? New plan. There’s a door. There’s a security. There’s exactly one decision left: Die or run. So, obviously, I ran. "Grab her!" That was the last thing I heard before everything turned into chaos. I’m fast. I really am. Feet hitting the pavement, breath tearing out of my chest—I was doing great. I was surviving. I— Wait. Weren’t there people chasing me? Why did it suddenly go quiet? Their mouths were moving, but no sound came out. What kind of horror movie logic was this? And why were they looking at me like— BAM. Something hit me. My body lifted off the ground before crashing down hard enough to knock the soul out of my lungs. Right. So that part wasn't just in the movies. Damn. If I had known I was going to die like this, I would’ve at least shoved that novel straight down that old rhino’s throat before leaving. Seven Years Later... "Young Miss… would you be willing to marry me?" "Shut up." Isla didn’t even spare him a glance as she shoved the boy aside. He stumbled back, stunned, while another immediately stepped forward, far too eager. "Miss, I think I’m the better choi—" Slap. The crisp sound cut through the air, leaving the second boy frozen, his cheek reddening under her palm. "Both of you. Get lost." Before the silence could settle, another rushed in, holding out a delicately wrapped box. "Miss, here is a cake for you—" "Get. Lost." Her voice dropped an octave, sharp enough to slice through his courage. "The Young Miss only likes me!" another declared, pushing forward with ridiculous confidence. "Miss, this is a doll for you—" The voices overlapped. Gifts appeared one after another—cakes, dolls, trinkets—as if they thought piling offerings at her feet would win her over. In the middle of it all, Isla sat frozen. Her face flushed a deep red—but not from embarrassment. Her fingers curled against her lap, nails digging into her skin. What the hell is going on…? Her gaze swept across them, sharp and almost feral. Aren’t the male leads supposed to kill me? Her jaw tightened. Then why—God! How did I end up taming these crazy psychos?

Princess Nara was born into a royal family famed for their wisdom and courage—but she carries a secret the kingdom could never imagine. Hidden beneath her hair, on her shoulder, is a red dragon mark, a symbol of ancient, untamed power. No one knows what it can do—not even Nara herself. Her parents, King Ryan and Queen Natalie, fear that if the mark’s magic is unleashed, it could destroy everything they love. To protect her—and the realm—they locked her inside the castle, surrounded by guards, magical wards, and strict rules. But confinement cannot cage a spirit like Nara’s. She dreams of skies she’s never flown, forests she’s never wandered, and worlds beyond the castle walls. Every time she reaches for her freedom, the dragon mark burns faintly—a warning, or a call to something greater. Meanwhile, danger festers within the kingdom. Lord Varyn, the king’s most cunning adviser, plots to steal the power of her mark for himself. Now, Nara faces an impossible choice: remain safe but imprisoned, or step into the unknown, confront the secrets of her mark, and discover what true power—and true courage—really means. On her journey, she will encounter magical creatures, forge unbreakable friendships, and face enemies who would see her fall. But the greatest challenge may lie within herself, and a power that does not always obey. Will Princess Nara unlock the secret of her dragon mark and rise as the hero she was born to be? Or will she remain a prisoner of the destiny she was meant to control?

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

Adele de Frostfang, born a princess and a Luna by blood, she was never meant to be invisible. Yet at twenty-two, she remains unmated, powerless, and whispered about behind gilded doors. Her childhood spent in hospitals left her sheltered and naïve, while her younger sister shines effortlessly in the spotlight of society. In a world ruled by packs, power, and bonds, a Luna without a mate is seen as incomplete—and disposable. Tired of pity and ridicule, she makes a reckless decision: if fate will not give her a mate, she will choose one herself. She decides to learn the ways of high-circle from a rogue, what begins as lessons in confidence, society, and adulthood slowly turns into something deeper. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. This is a modern werewolf romance about choice, growth, forbidden bonds, and a no-mate Luna who dares to write her fate.

Within the dark walls of a castle, there was a being whose existence was feared by everyone. Rumours whispered he was the Devil. It was said that the king of Velmont was a two-horned monster, possessing a pair of crimson eyes that burned maliciously in the darkness. Black wings erupted from his back—they said, as dark as hell. They said his claws were sharper than a blade; it could rip humans apart in a heartbeat. Some claimed his body was covered in horrifying, demonic scales; others said he had the most terrifying face anyone had ever seen. But no one truly knew what the king of Velmont looked like, except for the vampires in his court, because if anyone dared so much as step into the castle to catch a glimpse of him, they disappeared mysteriously—never to be seen again. All her life, Jasmine has been regarded as the royal family's black sheep. By being born from a maid who was romantically involved with the king, she is considered illegitimate and a disgrace to royalty. Forced to reside in an old, crumbling tower in the farthest part of the castle, Jasmine spent her life lonely and isolated, where she constantly wished to live a normal life in the kingdom. However, on her nineteenth birthday, she was released. Jasmine thought she was finally free—finally accepted by her kingdom and by the royal family. But how would she have ever imagined her freedom would surface into a nightmare? How would she have thought she would be married off as a tribute bride to the King of Velmont? King Hades. Jasmine thinks she is ill-fated and unfortunate—marrying a man who was said to be the Devil. A man who could end her fragile life in a moment. She had heard his ruthlessness knew no bounds. He loved to spill blood like wine; even kings were fazed by his name. However, when she arrived at the kingdom of Velmont, this very Devil had ruthlessly beheaded a noble who had tried to drink her blood. And when she finally looked into the eyes of the monster she had been forced to marry, they weren't crimson and malicious. They were silver. And they were the most enchanting pair of eyes she had ever seen.

In the heart of a powerful Indian empire, a brilliant and beautiful minister serves in the royal court, balancing duty, ambition, and tradition. As she navigates political intrigue, cultural celebrations, and the weight of responsibility, an unexpected bond begins to form between her and the Emperor himself.

After discovering that my girlfriend had been unfaithful, I got drunk and woke up in the world of an adult novel. I became a character who wasn't even part of the novel's supporting cast — the useless and unwanted daughter of the Duke de Walt. However, I didn't care, because I knew what awaited this world. Soon, the Ruven empire would be plunged into hell, and to survive it, I decided to quietly sit out the storm in the estate, enjoying the luxurious life. Everything was going according to plan until one day I made one terrible mistake. The main villain was supposed to die at the end of the novel, but... I accidentally saved her! A complete psychopath with an unstable mind, whose death all the readers wanted. And she thinks I'm in love with her. I have to run away! But where...?! In the end, this crazy woman is now chasing me. «Where are you going, lady?» «I... Just out for a walk.» «A walk? The border of the empire is not the best place for a walk. Let me walk you back.» With a sword in her hand, I had no chance to refuse.

Par asal mein… wo ek secret empire chalati hai. Phir uski zindagi mein aata hai ‘The Devil’— ek aisa aadmi jo sirf dekhkar sach nahi… raaz bhi jaan leta hai. Do dangerous log. Ek game. Aur beech mein— raaz, junoon, aur dhokha. Kaun jeetega… aur kaun tootega?"

[Obsessive ML, Indulgent, Forbidden Historical Romance] Read this if you crave a forbidden affair between two nobles. On the night meant to seal her fate in silk and candlelight, Caelith Emberlyn discovers her new husband cheating on her with her own cousin. Before the humiliation can swallow her whole, another man steps out of the shadows—dangerous, powerful, and far more terrifying than heartbreak. He is the feared Commander of the Shadow Imperial Guard, a man whose name alone stills the court and stains the capital with silenced dread. Where others see a cold enforcer of the throne, he sees only her—wronged, furious, and far stronger than she appears. And he offers her a choice. Stay. What her husband failed to give—loyalty, devotion, power—he vows to place in her hands in his stead. But this is no gentle rescue. Their alliance begins in secrets and smolders in the dark, a forbidden affair that could shatter reputations and topple dynasties. He is ruthless in war and relentless in love, determined to claim not only her presence at his side but the guarded heart she refuses to yield. Meanwhile, her repentant husband returns with soft words and tender promises, swearing to cherish her forever. Yet regret comes too late in a world where power is currency and affection is a battlefield. Caught between a contrite prince of light and a possessive shadow king who would burn the world to keep her, she must decide: Will she return to the safety of a love that broke her… Or step into the fire of a devotion fierce enough to consume them both?

"The law says a Queen cannot rule. The King says the law must be cheated to save the world." To protect the Seven Kingdoms from the rising darkness of Draeven Zareth, King Aetheron and his most trusted ally, Lord Kaelor, commit a desperate act of high treason. They swap their newborn children. Azeal, the son of a Lord, is raised as the Crown Prince—the "False Heir" who must endure the brutal Shadowed Abyss to prove his worth. Vaelora, the true Princess, is raised in the shadows of the court, her royal blood hidden to keep her safe from ancient laws and even deadlier enemies. But fate cannot be tricked so easily. As Azeal and Vaelora grow up together, a forbidden love ignites between them—a bond that defies the roles they were forced to play. Azeal fights to become the strongest King Solthera has ever seen, while Vaelora becomes the fire that guides his soul. When the Shadowed Abyss calls, the test is not just of strength, but of the heart. As Draeven Zareth’s forbidden magic breaches the borders, the truth of the swap begins to leak like poison. Azeal must face the ultimate trial: If he is not the true King, can his love and courage still save the woman he was born to protect? A saga of sacrifice, ancient trials, and a love that asks the heavens for one more chance: "Born me again."

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck. She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.” She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head. “Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.” — Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire. Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair. In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability. With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire. But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash. Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image. The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.” Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets. But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken. Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground? Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again. Even if he has to break her first.

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Jade was nothing but a mocked student in oversized hoodies until she agreed to help her trainer with last-minute gym inventory on New Year’s Eve. However, a single mistake—sending a private video to the wrong contact—shatters her life in seconds. Publicly humiliated at a New Year’s party, betrayed by her boyfriend as part of a cruel bet, Jade stood drenched in filth and laughter, stripped of dignity in front of the entire school, until the Alpha Triplets arrived. And with it, a ruthless bond shackled her to all three, as well as revealing she was the lost daughter of the Lycan King. The Alpha Triplets, known for their coldness and brutality, searched for their mates to break their feral curse before their 25th birthday. But when they found their mate in the form of a weak, frail girl, disdain was all she got. With a new identity and a transformation in her life, Jade is tossed into deadly Lycan politics, brutal mate bonds, a fourth bond, a throne soaked in blood, and an attraction from the Rogue King himself. What will she do when she discovers not everything is as it seems? How will Jade survive the chaos that follows in her quest to win the Lunar Crown Student of the Year and evade the dangerous love of her fourth mate, now turned enemy, who sought out her heart? Four Alphas. One girl. And Fate's Twisted Game of Love and Power.

In a rigid aristocratic society where marriages are political and mistresses are open secrets, Alina Ashworth, daughter of a bankrupt merchant is sold to the most powerful and feared man in the kingdom: Austin Moore, Duke of Ravenmoor. Her official title is his bed warmer. This humiliating title means she is his to use, display, and discard. Yet, he never touches her. Every night, she comes to his room, lies on his bed, but he doesn’t even look at her. But in public, he is a different man. At banquets, his hand is always on her waist and he introduces her to others with possessiveness that make men step back and women glare. Furious at being used as a prop, Alina decides that she will not be his silent ornament. If he wants to display possession, she will give him a performance worth watching. Soon, she weaponizes her bed warmer title, turns the humiliation into power and makes him fall for a woman he was never supposed to want.

Maria Romanova lost everything in a single betrayal—her family, her fortune, her freedom. To save what remains of her name, she is forced into a marriage she never chose… to Mikhail Dragunov, the ruthless heir of a private Russian dynasty. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Their marriage is not built on love, but control and leverage. Every glance is a challenge. Every command is a test. And every punishment is designed to remind her who truly holds power. But Maria is not as fragile as he expects. A spark of fire burns within her—one Mikhail has yet to fully tame. As obsession replaces indifference and control begins to crack, she must decide: submit to the man who owns her future… or become the one thing he never planned for—his weakness. In a world where loyalty is currency, and love is a liability, one wrong move could cost her everything… including her heart.

Iris has been a warrior princess and the only daughter but the last child of the king and queen of Philadelphia. all princess have their destiny in the hands of their father or husband, while Iris's destiny is different when it is all placed in hope. a kingdom ruled with just and proper decree turned otherwise within the hands of time. Iris watches her kingdom crumble from an unjust war and her family dies in grief and pain. heeding her mother's last words she left the kingdom and traveled very far away but vows to return and retain back her kingdom and avenge the death of her loved ones. on her journey to winning back her Kingdom, Iris ends up falling in love with the son of her enemy. will the love build her strength to gain victory or would it render her weak? join in her adventure as she struggles to gain back what is rightfully hers.

[Single Love Interest GL/Yuri!] (Tsundere Fox-In-A-Wolf) X (Patient Wolfpack Leader) ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world. Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world that sits on the brink. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering effectively enough in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew... I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying! But my problems didn't end there. An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me. Or this body. A countdown timer reminds me, whenever I look, that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here. A fierce & brilliant female CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful. This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important! I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I will not be caged and tamed. Not by the bickering wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint... Even as I set her ablaze with my touch. The issue that I'm not sure I'm fit to handle is... Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too. ⧖ ⧖ ⧖ Other Relevant Tags: #Comedy #Serious #Dramatic #SliceOfLife #PowerfulCouple #KingdomBuilding #Seductive #Survival #FatedLove #Supernatural #Romance #Urban #Fox #Tsundere

Elara Ashford, 23, has been living a lie her entire life. She was brought up as Princess of Veridia, wearing silk and jewels, and she believes she has royal blood in her veins. However, when a marriage alliance insists that she marry the dreaded Dragon King of the North in order to stop war, her adopted family reveals the terrible truth: she was born with the real princess. She is merely the daughter of a commoner, a stand-in for the legitimate heir who was concealed for her "protection." Elara is now being sent to her death with a single, unachievable task: either make the monster fall in love with her or her real family, the commoners who abandoned her, will be put to death for treason. The Northern Kingdom is a real-life nightmare. Towers of obsidian are circled by dragons. In courtyards, Fae warriors hone their blades. In dimly lit hallways, witches murmur. And in charge of it all is Kael Draven, the ancient and deadly Dragon King, whose touch burns like dragonfire, whose amber eyes see through every lie, and whose court keeps a watchful eye on the frail human bride like wolves circling wounded prey. Elara anticipated a monster. She discovers a king who is plagued by centuries-old curses, haunted by betrayal, and frantically searching for his fated mate, whom he believes will break the curse that is slowly killing his people. He believes that *she* is a bond. She's not his mate, though. Wearing a stolen crown, she is a fraud. Elara learns that people have been lying about the North for generations as she makes her way through assassination attempts, lethal court politics, and a developing fascination with the dragon who could burn her with a single breath. Humans have betrayed the "monsters." And centuries ago, a human princess betrayed Kael himself, bringing a curse upon his entire kingdom. Elara's world falls apart when the real Princess Seraphine is found—beautiful, gifted with magic, and Kael's *actual* fated mate. Kael and Seraphine's mate bond is unquestionably ancient and ignites instantly. Elara ought to move aside. Let fate do its thing. However, Seraphine didn't have to spend months gaining the dragon warriors' trust. didn't put her life in danger to lift old curses. didn't fall in love with a monarch who taught her that monsters are created, not born. Elara is faced with an impossible decision after learning that Seraphine is a part of a plot to overthrow the Northern Kingdom from within and that the "true princess" is the real danger to the precarious peace: – Lose Kael to his true love and expose Seraphine. – Keep quiet and watch the kingdom she has come to love burn. – Fight for a love that wasn't supposed to be hers. Because bloodlines aren't always important to the heart. Sometimes love is forged in dragonfire rather than in the stars. Furthermore, the girl who wore a stolen crown, Elara Ashford, is set to demonstrate that fate isn't the most potent form of magic. It's a decision.

Elara Voss is seventeen, terminally ill, and running out of tomorrows until a cream-colored envelope arrives with a secret that defies death itself. The letter knows her name. It knows her doctor's call. It knows the boy she hasn't met yet. It's signed only: E. And the handwriting is hers.

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