Aurora And Prince Philip Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes. But I don't think I've ever seen you somewhere before." "Yeah. You haven't", she said. "You know, when I was in high school, I saw a picture of The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Valtoria giving a speech at the annual Christmas ball and since then I was crushing on him. I always follow new updates about you. Crazy, right." He chuckled. "But the funniest thing is that anytime I try to talk to Aurora about the Crown Prince or show her a pic, something was always coming up. So, she doesn't know who Prince Zuerien is. And she isn't on any social media so, she can't know."

Turning back to Philip, she realized he had been watching her the entire time, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I take it you came with the Vampire King?” Philip mused, swirling the wine in his goblet. "I’ve heard whispers—rumors, if you will—that he brought a she-wolf into his palace. A strange choice, don’t you think?" Aurora’s fingers tensed against her own glass. So the rumors had already begun to spread. At least they didn’t know the full truth. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of people knowing about her bond with Draven. It was personal. And yet, the idea of being nothing more than gossip left a bitter taste in her mouth.

We have something, I don’t know what just yet but I’m not letting you go, little Princess’ The weeks passed and her body healed but Aurora remained deeply unconscious somehow when all but the breathing tube had been removed a photo appeared and was quickly taken up by the world’s media, ‘The Sleeping Beauty’ It proclaimed showing Aurora in her hospital bed, her long ash blonde hair over one shoulder, looking fragile and ethereal and incredibly beautiful and underneath the story of the accident and the fact it had been two months she still showed no signs of waking up. Phillipe called every day sitting by her bedside talking quietly telling her about his day and what he hoped to share with he

Paige gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “And Joseph the carpenter too,” Stan added in a voice so comical everyone burst into laughter. Even Piero. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten the names and…ages out of the way, care to tell me what you’re here for, Aurora?” Philip asked. “I’m Philip…” “Harrington.” Aurora finished. “You’re the alpha, we know.” She said even as she threw a quick nervous look Jeremy’s way. “Oh…k.” Philip muttered. “So…”

Aurora scoffs with an amused and pissed off look in her eyes, glaring at Prince Aldrich and plastering a pleasant look on her face. "It's so nice to meet you Cateleya, had no idea prince Aldrich fancied blondes"She chips in saying, prince Aldrich choked on his drink as he stared at her wide-eyed Another thing Aurora detests are liars and traitors also she made sure she never slept with married people or even the ones who are betrothed but it seems the little prince has decided to play hide and seek games with her.. He didn't tell her about his real identity, and that was fair but then he didn't say anything about being engaged either...

But even as she tried to believe that, her throat went dry when Thales put down his glass. He didn't blink. His gaze crossed the entire hall as if pulled by a magnet. And that magnet was called Aurora. Trina adjusted her golden dress, turned her head lightly, and descended a step, the glass still firmly in her fingers. Her heel touched the marble floor without a sound. Trained steps. Princess posture. She skirted the guests with rehearsed grace. Every gesture calculated, every blink planned. Her feet took her straight to the center of attention. Aurora.

My hands gripped tightly on my glass as I watched Philo flirt with her and she let him. He has always wanted Aurora even when he knew she was married to me. He sees everything as a means to win against me but with Aurora it was different. He wanted her and I didn't want her then, I just needed what she gave to me, money and fame. I took a gulp of my drink and placed the glass on the bar table. I walked towards Philip and Aurora. “Here is the distraught ex husband,” Philip said, trying to get a reaction from me. “Back off, Philip,” I said possessively.