Andrew Jacoby Princess Diaries Novels & Stories

“Andrew King was drunk driving with my son in the car in the middle of the night! You took my son away from me because you saw I wasn’t fit to take care of him. Tell me, Mr. Crawley, does my son deserve to live with a man who drives recklessly at night under the influence of alcohol??” “As far as I’m concerned Miss Jacobs, I wasn’t there. I don’t know if what you say is true or if this is all just some plot to get back your son and raise him in the dangerous situations you’re used to. Besides, your son is fine and healthy, isn’t he? The poor boy must have been dying to see you and his father took time out of his night to drive him to you and where were you? At a private penthouse with Colton

He knew for sure that Diana’s lips were now officially a tossup feature in her that interested him more than anything in the world. "I mean, you know that he is a werewolf, right?” “What?” “Jacob, he is a werewolf; you know werewolves, right? Those hairy, amazing eight abs, naked creature with a strong muscular shoulder and huge... You know…never mind." She paused, realising her mistake. Andrew wasn't even listening to her. He was watching her mouth like he was about to devour her. “Can you stop staring at my mouth? I've brushed my teeth, you know,” she lied. “But if you can smell my breath, surely you can…you know,” she sighed. “I ate bacon and everything the chef cooked, so yeah…um, you kn

In the few seconds the King and Prince rearranged themselves, I studied them. When we were young, Sadeon and I had friends, as much as a Prince and Princess from neighboring kingdoms could be friends. I would play in the palace garden and during Arsenal’s visits, Sadeon would join me. I liked the flowers and he liked the hiding places. I’d even had a crush on him back then, but it had been innocent. Now, I didn’t even recognize the man sitting across from me. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back with a single strand dangling in his face. His broad shoulders straightened with a practiced posture. His piercing green eyes darted between my father and Thaddeus as they continued their conversat

] NOAH Andrew's room is very cozy, I look carefully at every detail and wonder where I'll sleep, because the room has a huge four-poster bed, a bookcase next to the window that is on the right side, some armchairs, a study table, at the left a door with access to the bathroom, and a white wardrobe with golden details, in the same style as the bed. I walk to the window, look at the garden, everything that happened comes to my mind, I'm not afraid, but the idea of ​​being where the enemy lives, and having to deal with him, is disturbing. I'm so distracted I don't realize Andrew has come out of the bathroom. Our eyes meet. I feel his hand on my shoulder, I turn towards him, the Prince has wet h

Surely she could see Lambert at the party? Andrew, seeing her joyful expression, felt a bittersweet ache. He tried to comfort himself, thinking, "If you love someone, you should want them to be happy, even if that happiness comes from someone else." At five in the evening, Lydia emerged from her room, ready for the party. Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a pale purple dress that accentuated her already fair skin, giving it a radiant glow. Her dark hair was elegantly styled, with a single strand falling to her ear, adding a touch of sophistication and playfulness.

I dusted off myself before going inside to greet the customer with Fabian following closely on my tail like a clingy Golden Retriever. “The party has arrived!” Andrew announced in the empty room. I guessed he came from the gym as his red hair was slightly wet from a recent shower. His cheeks were also flushed, a consequence of being a ginger. As soon as he spotted us, his cheerful expression turned into shock. He blinked rapidly. “You’re Fabian Casila.” “That I am. Are you her boyfriend?” “Oh no, no. I’m way too gay for her,” Andrew denied aggressively and walked past me to get to Fabian as though I suddenly vanished into thin air. He held out his hand to him. “Andrew Vidal. The best friend.

~~~ Andrew had left the palace but the sweet smell of the princess still messed with his senses he couldn’t take it anymore making a turn for the capital city instead of heading home, wanting to look for a way to quench the thirst that burned his entire body He had gone to his hideout where his men had prepared three girls for him to choose from, he sat sipping his drink to get his lousy headache of, he felt it, his rut was here, all because of smelling the sweet scent that had belonged to someone who was not his The girls came in in their gaze sultry as they looked over to him to choose them, giving their bodies to him wholeheartedly, he looked to the tree, one was a brunette with green eye

I thought he would have his fingers brought to in between my legs so I waited and waited and waited… until he smirked and stood up. What the fuck did just happen… “No fucking until you’re well rested.” That was he said before he made himself busy on his royal table. The silence enveloping us inside his cabin was even more painful to hear than the noise of children shouting and screaming in the omega area. Jacob was busy opening up sealed letters, reading them, then throwing them into a trashcan. He would take a gaze at me from minute to minute. And every time he do that, I would look away and keep my eyes busy with the things that are in this cabin.

I answered. I saw that Mom had those sad eyes as well, same goes with Sophie. "the thing is, I'm just trying to protect you" she answered which have taken me aback. Trying to protect me? Does Dad wants me to meet other Princesses from the other country again? "why?" I asked. "your Dad invited Princess Dahlia over tomorrow. He wants you to meet her" she answered which brought my heart heavy. Why? Why would I do that? "mom you know I will never do that" I answered.

She stirs for a moment but then settles back into the comforter and breathes a sigh. When I exit the room, Jacob is leaning against the wall across the hall, waiting patiently. He stands up straight and walks over to me, and in silence, we walk down the hallway to the stairs. “Give me the news,” “Bea is going to be fine. Abigail… time will tell.” “And Andrew? And Emal?” Jacob looks down and shakes his head. “Andrew is… he is different from us. His healing doesn’t appear to be the same. His mate, Sarah, arrived. Actually, the rest of your freak show arrived. No offense.” Jacob says, instantly looking guilty.