Novel & Cerita 12 Dancing Princesses Derek

She is a Catwoman right now. Slowly, Princess Trisha from a corner, slowly moved swiftly sneaking in the dance floor from pair to pair; her every stride seemed to know fully well where to go. In her hand is a small silver ice pick, covered by her worn black gloves. A while ago, Dareon was actually surprised when he saw Second Princess Trisha get out of the ball hall and went inside the comfort room. Furrowing and following what his instinct and his apparition were telling him; he followed the Second Princess until she reached the women’s comfort room. Before getting inside the comfort room, the Second Princess even made some left and right glances to check if someone was around. Dareon hid o

The middle of his thighs is pressing against my stomach, the Moon Goddess knows how wet I become down there with his warm body against mine. "Ladies and gentlemen, May I have your attention please." A loud announcement coming from Alpha Xander made us both stiffen. "Fuck!" His voice was hard and angry as he let out a series of explicit words. "Damn! Perfect timing Alpha Xander." "To start the party, let us all welcome a dance presentation from my daughter's selected friends in cooperation with our young Alpha, Prince Brad Langston of the Royal Pack!" The loud cheer coming from the crowd echoes through the air as the lights dim and then focus on the middle of the hall. The wolves made their w

“Go back upstairs.” “No,” I said, planting my feet firmly. “I’m not running anymore.” “Finally,” Derek said with a twisted grin. “The princess shows herself.” “What do you want, Derek?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “I want what’s mine,” he said sharply. “You think you can just disappear, start over, and leave me behind?” “You don’t own me,” I said, my voice rising. “You never did.” “Oh, but I do,” he said, taking a step toward me. His eyes dangerously looking at me, it reminded me of what had happened, how he and his friends did that to me.

He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing. “Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.” My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it? I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him. “Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth

Sheila complimented as she gazed up to the sky to gaze at the beautiful moment. She turned and saw a photographer taking pictures and capturing for them this beautiful moment. The orchestra band played another piece of music, something soft and beautiful. "May I have this dance?" Derrick asked, as he took her hands and started to dance with her. It was simply just magical. "You make me feel like a princess," Sheila said to him. "I'm glad you feel that way, and not only are you my princess, you will soon be my queen, that I promise you," he said and kissed her on the forehead.

Angel POV. The party is in full swing. Rebel looks adorable in her pink, full ballroom skirt princess dress. Her hair is in curls down her back. A silver plastic bejewelled tiara on her head and no princess outfit is complete without sparkly glitter shoes. The club girls volunteered to be Disney Princesses for the day and they are doing a great job. The icing on the cake was seeing Ryder dressed as a prince, wearing a white cut. He was currently dancing with our lil princess.

" I'd like to speak with the princess in private." Derek stated as the rest of the crowed including the king smiled. They thought it was about marriage or something.. The princess rolled her eyes as she recorgnized who Derek was. She could not help but wonder what he actually wanted. ** The next day, The princess sneaked out of the palace as usual, to go and train with the witches. She seemed to have noticed that the eitches where present with their disguised bodies when she was passing the judgement. She could not help but wonder how the felt about it. She was going to ask them but then she paused and changed her mind. Then she sighed.

(SMUTTY SCENE AHEAD, SKIP IF NOT PLEASED) Princess Reda flunged Dama around all the dancing. "Jesus Christ! I never knew you were such a good dancer." Dama hissed when she almost fell. Princess Reda chuckled. "That's the main reason I have so many followers on I*******m and that was what I studied." She smiled. "I am such a bad dancer!" She said slowly and when she almost fell again, Princess Reda knowingly made her fall into the hands of her mate.

Designed for Alphas. I turned around, looking for an exit. The way out was obstructed. Trapped. The princess's eyes shifted to me. "But you… you might be worth something after all." Derek stepped in front of me, his entire body rigid. "If you lay a finger on her, I'll—" "You'll what?" She laughed. "You're already in chains, Derek." I clenched my fists. Not for long. --- A Desperate Escape The air vibrated. At first, I'd thought it was the chains—