Dirty Little Princess

Dirty Little Princess

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Natasha Field is a princess. Yes, a Princess. A real live, proper, British Princess...minus the proper part. She's crazy, stays up all night, and well, disobeys the "kingdom". Natasha hates being a Princess, ever since her mother died when she was little. Then her father became quiet and sad, and eventually married a horrible, abusive woman, thinking she could change him. Natasha now ignores everything royal, and whisks away her maids with her. She enjoys having all this fun. She meets the perfect guy and everything is great in her life until... Her step-mother poisons her dad. Natasha's life goes spiraling down and she blocks everyone out. Natasha soon learns some things she never wanted to know. Everyday she lies in bed, ill, depressed, sad, and brokenhearted. Will Natasha, the royal princess of Britain survive?
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'"I cannot feel this way. You clearly don't feel-" "I do though." He interrupts me. I finally look up to meet his eyes. It holds so much sadness. "Believe it or not but it hurts me every time I see tears in your eyes." His hands reach for my face, one more time and gently wipes the tears off my face. No matter what, the tears keep flowing down. "Please don't cry." He whispers. "You have someone out there just for you. Waiting for you." I whisper softly. A sad smile forms on my face that is now saltier than the ocean bed itself. I try to tug his hand off my face, but his hold is firm. He leans his head down and places it against mine. "I know." His whisper equally soft. "You need to let go. Just as I am." I close my eyes and take in the breeze of ocean that surrounds him and now me. I hear a deep growl just as his hold tighten on my face but it's still gentle.' For the little Raven that was born out the woods, life was only about the survival of fittest. Hunt or be hunted. Until Aya came along and showed her that there was more to life. They became family, sisters and promised to stay together forever. But what happens when one of them finds their mate? Read along to find out the story of Amara Raven on her journey to find a place she belongs. Completed: 12/05/20 Can be read alone!

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