Evie Enya Wiggs. The Princess of the small kingdom of Narva. Narva was the most peaceful and happiest place anyone could find. Evie's beauty was something worthy of speaking of. Far and wide, many suitors, Dukes, Knights, Earls, Princes, and even normal men. She all rejected them, claiming to want a better place for her people and loyal subjects before she thought about marriage. Unfortunately for Princess Evie, her beauty caught the eyes of a royal person. Meet Nicholas Edgar Dacre. A crown prince and a soon-to-be King of Silvrout. He was a young man who always got what he wanted and after getting nothing in return for his previous gestures towards her. He turned to a more brutal alternative. He captures the land as a way to teach her never to refuse his commands and only takes her as his human trophy and makes her his pet. Excerpt. "What are you?" Princess Evie asks, staring at the bodies of the dismembered men who once worked for her. It was a shocker that just five men had done this to more than a hundred soldiers. The tall and masculine figure in front of her brushed his small mustache and then smirked, "what gave that away, Princess?" He shared a peal of short maniac laughter with his two subjects. Tears filled Princess Evie's eyes as she stared at the huge blood fest in front of her, most of her people were dead, and the rest were nowhere to be found. She was all alone and there was no way she would survive in the hands of these people. "Is this because I rejected you? I would never accept such a disgusting man as yourself." His victorious grin turned to a frown and he ordered for her to be held by two abled men. "Fuck you! You killed innocent blood!" she finally screamed, crashing to the ground as she sobbed. Her kingdom was always a happy place and never had any troubles with anyone. "This land would be good as the battle training field or even the training camp for the men," he said, with no remorse for what he had just done. Princess Evie is trapped in a cage of love, lust, hatred, and depression as she is held hostage as his pet. When love finally finds its way between them, how would she react to finding out who Prince and soon-to-be King Nicholas is? Facing all odds of being a Prince and soon-to-be King's pet, would fate favor them? Or will there be a chance for her to exact revenge on the Prince and soon-to-be King Nicholas for the bloodshed of her people? Keep reading to find out about their journey. Vicky Amy writes.
That day, Prince Nicholas started his day very early waking up only minutes after the sun rose.
Getting up from his bed, he pulled up the blind of his window and looked at the majestic view in front of him.
He took off his robes and grabbed a towel and threw it over his neck, heading to his workout space.
On getting there, he began his day by working out with the dumbells and doing pull-ups at the doorframe.
"Son, isn't it a little early for workouts?" King Aldrich said.
Prince Nicholas continued with the pullups, not stopping to look at his father.
"Nicholas!"
He finally dropped down from the door frame and dabbed his face with his towel.
He sat down on a wooden seat and was given bottled water by one of the maids. He opened it and gulped it down and poured the remaining content on his body.
"Must the routine be followed?" he asks.
King Aldrich sighed and then patted his white beard, "I am not growing any younger, my son."
"And I need you to prove to me that you are man enough to handle this kingdom."
"And where is this conversation leading to?"
"Take a shower and meet me in my chambers."
Prince Nicholas watched as the old man walked away, shaking his head as he muttered to himself.
He grabbed his towel and slowly glided to his room, ignoring the greetings of his subjects.
"My bath," he said.
"Yes, Your Highness," the maids replied.
He nodded and glided into his large bathing room, taking off his clothes and entering the warm and relaxing bath.
The maids entered after a while and began scrubbing his body and washing his hair.
After all that, he put on his robe and went to his wardrobe, and out on one of his remarkable brown chinos, a white button-up shirt and a black jacket, and a pair of leather dress shoes.
After having a breakfast of pancakes and orange juice, he headed over to his father's chamber.
"Alas, he came," King Aldrich exclaimed, getting up from his sofa as he took short strides toward the table.
"And why have I been called here?"
"Nicholas," his father began and nodded to Sir Arthur who unrolled a large synthetic paper.
On it was detailed plans of buildings, trees, and bushes.
"We need a suitable place for the soldiers to camp," King Narva stated.
Prince Nicholas stylishly dropped one of his arms by his side and the other bent slightly in front of him.
"And is there a suitable place found?"
"Kingdom Narva," King Aldrich said.
"But their ruler, a mere Princess rejected our offer of a hundred grand," Sir Arthur said.
"Is there a photo of this princess?" Prince Nicholas asked.
"Why yes, Prince Nicholas," Sir Arthur said, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
Prince Nicholas stared at him for a while before he collected the paper, and looked at it.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Sir Arthur asks.
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In the Kingdom of Narva,
Princess Evie fluttered her eyes open as the rays of the morning sun fell on her.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched out her limbs as she sat on the bed.
"Good morning, my Princess," Agnes, her maid greeted.
Agnes was at least in her late forties and had been a faithful maid to Princess Evie since she was a toddler.
"Hi, Agnes," she replied.
One of the maids, adjusted the board of her bed while they placed the tray of food on the board.
Princess Evie smiled, "what is today's special, it smells nice."
"Your favorite," Agnes said.
Princess Evie chuckled and then took off the lids of the bowls. She grinned when she saw a pile of pancakes, with honey on its top and lots of berries on them, beside it was an orange juice.
She leaned ber to her left and sprinkled her hands with water from the faucet beside her bed.
"I told you that this faucet would come in handy," she said to Agnes who chuckled.
She picked up a pancake and tore off a part of it, smearing it with the honey and putting a blueberry in the pancake's fold.
"Hmmm," she moaned, eating them and washing them down with the orange juice, "these are so good."
After her meal, she stayed in her ned, listening to the radio.
"And Lady Sasha told him that she was never going to let him have her child," the reporter on the radio said.
"Yes, no woman would let a man toy with her emotions," Princess Evie said, smearing the surface of her freshly baked bread with freshly made butter.
And after that, she read the newspaper for any new developments.
After her morning routine, she finally got out of bed.
Her maids rushed toward her and followed her to the bathroom before they began to undress her.
They knew very much how she preferred her bath to be prepared. Her favorite bath bombs, mostly in lavender and flower petals.
She watched them as they filled the tub with water and dropped the bath bombs.
Within minutes, her bath was ready, getting in after taking off her robe, they began scrubbing her body.
After they had scrubbed her body, a bath caddy was placed in front of her with a variety of fruits, nuts, and berries on a plate on it with a glass of red wine In it and a book in her hand.
"Seriously, a mother butler did it, series?" she sighed, flipping the covers of the book.
A knock was heard on the door and Agnes entered, coughing to get Princess Evie's attention.
"I hear you, Agnes, go on," she said, staring at the pages of the book.
"Duke Stuart is in the study room," she said.
"Aw snap!" she groaned, sipping her wine, "does it have to be now?"
Taking more berries in her mouth, she took off the caddy and stood up, dabbing her body with a fluffy towel.
She put on her robe and dragged herself out of the water, walking towards her huge closet.
Her maids dried her light brown hair and styled it curly, just the way she liked it. And then a light lipgloss was applied to her full light pink lips.
And after that, she put on a simple blue dress, wore her sandals, and wore her cologne, taking in a deep breath before she left to see her guest.
Synopsis (A short horror story) "We're moving to Abbey Wood," James said earlier. "But to where exactly," Tracey said as she nursed her baby. "We'll move into my great granduncle's house," James said. "But...but why they?" Tracey stuttered and gulped noisily. "Expenses here in Boston is very high, and besides I want Robin and Felix to know more about their grandparents," James said. "For how long are we gonna stay there" she managed to say. "I've no idea," James said as he rubbed his forehead. "Mum! Dad!" Robin said as he skipped towards his parents. "Hey boy." James managed to smile as soon as he sighted Robin. "So when are we moving?" Tracey asked. "Next week," James said as he lifted Robin. "So soon...James, I'm a nursing mother!" Tracey half yelled. "I'm sorry, but I've made my decision," James said as he stood up. "Dad I want Ice-cream," Robin said as he opened his arms. "I'll go get some Ice-cream alright," James said as he kissed Tracey's forehead. She was aware that the bill in Boston was terribly high but she felt unsure about living in an abandoned house that stood alone in the middle of tall grasses and bushes for ages. She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of sighting old and dusty pictures from the 18s or talking less of sleeping on the same bed dead people already slept on. After that, their lives were never the same again. For the better or worse, we are about to find out. TBC Dropping the next episode soon
Tiffany Jones is an innocent, smart girl who never gets into trouble. But when she finally moves into College, she gets to share a room with a total dickhead. Ezekiel Rodriguez...popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. But he's a total dickhead and an asshole not judging his physical features. The two are seen around in college and Tiffany gets attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with this asshhole? Continue reading to find out what happened in the end. Stay tuned!
Stefano Rossi, a multi-billionaire and the CEO of a company. He'd planned his revenge on the smith family, for what they did to him, years ago. Kevin Smith and his parents had duped him of his money when they were still business partners. And he planned on executing his revenge on their sweet, innocent daughter, Skylar. Skylar had lived most of her life in the countryside for reasons unknown to her. There she had only her grandmother and a few friends. What was Stefano's revenge and what did he have in mind? Now the jilted CEO is back and wants the Smiths company...and her. The only sure thing is revenge in the beginning and the ending is uncertain. But it could surprise y'all in the way you never expected.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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