Adore You By Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

The girl who looked like a goddess was Princess Joselyn Marigold Pentapore, the future wife of Prince Adro Aylmer Groendez. The princess’s smile was still the same, just like ten years ago. It never changed. Joselyn's eyes shone, reflecting the sunlight streaming in through the palace windows. There was also a reflection of a dashing prince, who was an idol of the girls’ eyes all over West Land. "Princess Joselyn," Adro said, placing his hand on his lower chest and bowing a little. Joselyn responded by bending her knees while lifting both sides of her dress slightly. "Your Highness, Prince Adro,"

He gulped the remaining drink left then teleported himself to his father's last kingdom. Lucifer was sitting majestically on a golden throne, wearing an all-black garment and a staff in his hands. He was well composed on the throne with no emotions in his eyes. He looked like a god of handsomeness and beauty all together. His face was well cave like it was made specially for him. No wonder he was called the lord od desires and lust, with that face he would seduce all kind of creature both male and female. Just looking at his will trigger even the carnal desires of a saint, what a beautiful creature God made. "Father, you sent for me" Luciel bowed his head before looking up to speak.

" She began pulling his clothes off. Jordan panicked. He struggled, but it was useless. As the drug took effect, heat spread through his body. Looking at her, his gaze slowly lost focus. "Naomi… you're back. "Naomi… do you know how much I've missed you?" He murmured, pulling her tightly into his arms. … The next morning, he woke to a scream. He turned toward the sound–and froze. She was sitting beside him, unclothed. All drowsiness vanished. "What are you doing here?!" He shouted instinctively, grabbing a blanket and throwing it to her.

Subconsciously, I reached for my hair to smooth the tangles. In mere moments, Oren was back, our noses touching and my hand in his grasp. "Old, no. Beautiful, vibrant, and full of life. Forgive me, amore mio…" He kissed the knuckles of the hand he held captive. "…for wanting to see you smile. For wanting to be the one who makes you smile. For feeling so damn honored to be with you, beside you…” More kisses. "…inside you. When I’m with you, I don't feel like the peasant who's pretending to be a prince. Adelaide, with you I’m a prince, a king, and you’re my queen."

He beamed arrogantly. "You've got pride." She said, encircling her hands around his neck. "The tolerable kind." He remarked, wrapping his own big hands around her waist, pulling her closer. "How would you know your pride is acceptable?" She said, curiously. "I just know, I can see it...it's in your eyes." He said thoughtfully, then grinned. "How? Like Harry Potter? So you practice magic now to know what I can tolerate and what I can't? Interesting." She scoffed.

Fiona could feel Paul Henry's fingers going through her hair, imagining her hair circling his fingers, Fiona suddenly felt her heart beat abnormally fast. From time to time, his palm lightly touched her forehead, clearly just an absent-minded movement, but it was as if someone had stroked Fiona's lap with feathers, and her heart trembled slightly. Just as Fiona felt she might have a serious heart condition, Paul Henry's voice came from behind. "Alright." Paul Henry patted her on the head, "Look in the mirror." Fiona nervously picked up the mirror. “…Paul Henry, the nation is almighty…” Dear Motherland, I love you!

I love only you I never loved anyone other than you but I'm scared because you're cruel still you're my demon boss yes I liked prince I agree but I thought it is the love because I dont know what is meant by love at that time after meeting you I understood what is real love so I loved only you but you're bad still I love only you you're cruel still I care about you only you're so terrible still I want only you, you're monster still I can't leave you" don chuckled and kissed on her shoulder while saying "I love you so much little one" she snuggled in his hands like a kid

He had strong, veiny arms and had porcelain skin. “Thank you for all the compliments ladies, you two are looking fantastic, as well.” Sophie and I looked at each other and blushed. Who is this guy? “Ah yes well how silly of me. You can call me Prince A. I’m afraid my name is too old fashioned. It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance Rose and Sophie.” He took each of our hands and placed warm kisses on the back of them. Shit I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so captivated by anyone before. Thank god I have such handsome mates otherwise I may be tempted by this tall god-like man. He must be Asmodeus, one of the princes of hell.

I knew the man- we’d done so many businesses in the past together, the ones where I had to go in place of Dexmond of course. Evane rounded up to them at that moment, smiling as brightly as she had never done before. She was dressed in a beautiful floor-length green evening gown with a split back. I knew I should be the one standing next to Dexmond as he interacted with the guests. It was my right. As his wife. Then as his secretary. I pushed back the tears just as Dexmond grabbed a microphone and successfully drew everyone’s attention to him. “A good evening to everyone present here today. It is with great pleasure that I…”

I told her. I could hear music playing and knew it was time for me to make my debut. I walked out in a blood red dress; it was long and lacy and trailed behind me. My heels clicked as I walked the tile towards Eric. He had a witch there that would bond us and then we would mark each other. “Julia.” His eyes lit up and he grinned at me as I approached him. “Eric.” I blushed. The witch started chanting in a strange language, working on the bonding now. I could feel the air shift around me, and I felt light inside.