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Some Things Never Change
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2025-07-17 06:04:56
JoyceOrtsenIf you were Lyra, would you leave? Would you stay? Because damn...thats some hot fuck, if I do say so myself.
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Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince I Love You
“Elias…” she breathed, disbelief painted on her flushed face. She looked down at where they were joined and blinked as if she didn’t trust her senses.Sweat dripped from his skin, his muscles gleaming under the flickering light.Elias grunted, then reached for her thighs and lifted them, holding them wide open as if offering her to the stars. His grip was firm. With her legs hoisted like that, he went deeper, the new angle pulling a long moan from her throat that bordered on a prayer.The moment she spasmed around him, Elias groaned—his voice a raw mix of pleasure and despair. His head dropped to her shoulder, his entire frame tensing. He wanted to stay there, inside her, wrapped in this moment. “No…” he whispered.But it was too late. She clenched around him, dragging him into oblivion. His orgasm tore through him, and he spilled into her with a shudder so powerful the bed creaked beneath them. His body collapsed against hers, breath stolen, heart racing.“I love you,” Lyra said brea
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince Some Things Never Change
His hand drifted to the door again. Hovered. Then he dropped it.But his feet still didn’t move.If this was her last night… did he really want to spend it apart?Inside the room, Lyra was standing at the foot of her bed, frozen. She hadn’t moved since the door shut. Her throat was tight, her chest heavier than it should be.She didn’t want to go to sleep.She didn’t want to leave.Her last night… her last night… The words echoed like an ominous drumbeat in Lyra’s chest. They rolled around in her mind. Before she could fully grasp what she was doing, her feet were already moving. A reckless, gut-fueled sprint toward the door.She yanked it open only to collide, face-first, with something hard and immovable.Elias turned, slowly. His eyebrows lifted, amused. “Some things never change, uhn?” he said with a grin that stretched wider with every second. “Still as coordinated as a drunk goose.”Lyra grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him like he was the last slice of pizza in New Yo
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince I'll See You Around
Phillips gave her a knowing smirk and reached casually for some biscuits, slipping one into the inner pocket of his cloak with a subtle pat.He rose, and so did Gideon.“Speaking of the rebellion…” Phillips said, his tone shifting from charming to steel-cut serious. “Do you have any information about them?”Gideon sighed. “Your Grace, I have never seen a group more organised and secretive. I have men in every tavern, post house, and bakery in the capital. Nothing. The only consistent whisper is… there are no noblemen in this group. None. It is… quite intriguing.”Phillips’ brows lifted ever so slightly. “No noblemen, uhn?” he mused, eyes narrowing. “Interesting. Thank you, Marquis. Marchioness.”He turned to Gemma once more and gave her a nod. “I’ll see you around.”Then, with a polite smile, Phillips swept out of the room.*****Lyra was brushing out her hair, already halfway into a dazed trance, when a knock came at her door. She set the brush down on the vanity. Her fingers paused a
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince You Went To The Palace?
Elias stared at her. “You went to the palace? Pray, tell—what in the name of all that is sane did you go there to do?”“To give your king a piece of my mind,” Lyra said calmly, lowering herself into the high-backed chair.“Oh gods,” Elias muttered, dragging a hand over his face.“Oh gods,” Thaddeus echoed.“I don’t need you fighting my battles,” Elias said, trying to sound stern. “Seriously, Lyra.”“I’m not fighting your battles,” she replied coolly. “I’m expressing my emotions. And Matthew seemed in the best position to be on the receiving end.”She stood again, smoothing down her dress as she approached him. She paused in front of him, her gaze dropping to his arm, now swathed in fresh linen. Her fingers hovered, then gently brushed the edge of the bandage.“Does it hurt?” she asked.“Only a little,” Elias admitted. Though the truth was, the dull ache of the wound was nothing compared to the whirlwind in his chest every time she touched him.“I’ll get the maids to run you a bath,” sh
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince Stay Away From Us
She used to be the only one who saw him. Really saw him.He remembered the way her hand used to reach for his, the way her laugh bounced off the palace corridors. And he remembered the moment that all shattered—when she found out what they had done to secure the throne. The betrayal. The tears. The disgust in her eyes. That same look was in them now.“Stay away from us, Your Highness,” she said, the title laced with disdain that stung worse than any insult. “I beg of you.”She turned to leave, her posture regal despite the rage still humming beneath her skin. But Matthew, desperate not to let her vanish from his world again, called softly, “Lirae?”She stopped.“You think me a monster,” he said. “And I wish… I wish you would remember who made me one.”She turned slowly to face him, her brow furrowed.“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, confusion creeping in with her fury. “Who made you—?”But the doors to the drawing room slammed open before she could finish.“Miss Lirae,” came
Stolen By The Mirror, Claimed By The Prince Where Is She Going Now?
She paused mid-pace and dropped into the nearest armchair, her fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the armrest. Her foot tapped furiously against the marble floor. Tap, tap, tap, tap—Then, she shot to her feet again.“Lyra?”But she was already moving. She didn’t answer him. She didn’t look back. She marched out of the drawing room.Thaddeus peeked around the corner, watching her disappear.“Where is she going now?” Elias asked the room, or maybe the gods.Outside, Lyra stormed through the entrance courtyard, ignoring the guards’ curious looks. She marched toward the stable and waved down one of the waiting carriage riders.“You there!” she called.“Y-Yes, my lady?”“I need a carriage.”“Of course, my lady.” He jumped into action.“Where to, my lady?” the carriage driver asked as he tugged on the reins, rolling the wooden carriage into place beside her. The horses neighed and stamped their hooves as if impatient to get on with it—clearly as agitated as their passenger.Lyra, still fu
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