Aurora: The Princess Of Another Dimension Novels & Stories

Just her. Just Aurora.

ZEUS- She looked like a fairytale princess in her white dress, adorned with the intricate embroidery, sparkling beading, and delicate lace. The skirt of her dress swirls gracefully around her, and the veil gives her an air of mystery and romance. Her beauty radiates from her in a way that is both captivating and enchanting. She stands gracefully in the gown, her hair elegantly styled, her face glowing with excitement and joy. Her amber eyes sparkle with anticipation and her lips curve into a blissful smile. Aurora is the embodiment of beauty, a beauty that stirred something inside of me.

Instead I moved closer, silent as the ghost I was trained to be and kept watching her, her thick black raven hair against her ebony smooth skin and the way her eyes were so divided on the dirty little vixen in her laptop screen. Aurora Whittaker is a twenty three year old princess with old money. And ever since her brother had eloped with the love of his life Elena, the weight of the crown has been left on her shoulders. If I didn’t believe in love myself, I’d have looked for her brother and offed him for being so selfish but it wasn’t my business since Aurora herself didn’t mind. She had long legs that I had imagined times without number wrapped around my waist as I pounded her against that

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The Empress and Crown Princess glared at each other for a moment, sizing up one another. Aurora was short but very lovely with her dark hair and mesmerizing eyes. In contrast, Calla was exceptionally tall and as beautiful as a star. Aurora believed that if she stared too long at the elf's radiance, she might actually go blind.

“I am Aurora von Heartfrost. Just call me Aurora or my Lady… It’s fine either way. I am here for you. My choice had already proven itself worthy; you are different from others. I don’t expect much less from someone I chose. Do you want to join me to save your beloved?” At her mention, my blood froze. For a moment, I forgot where she was. I had to go to her. I stared at the strange Lady who clicked her fingers and an orb at the size of a ball materialized between her hands. If she was someone who could travel to this dimension, did it mean she was one of the twenty-two? “I can’t trust your words when I don’t know truly who you are. I don’t need your name when you are someone who travels in th

I canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same no

Since neither side trusted the other despite it being a time of peace. Aurora was dressed like my own personal tormenting siren. Her perfect hourglass figure was encased in a red silk dress. From the bottom left hem to over her right shoulder, there were jeweled beads sewn in. Her blonde hair was half up with massive curls and held back by a diamond-encrusted tiara. For most, this would be an absolute gaudy nightmare of an outfit, but it was beautiful and elegant on her.

Aurora stood up the to have her bath and change her clothes, Cripsy also needed a bath but she wasn’t here in the inns so Aurora couldn’t bath her, After she was done with her bath she wore a purple dress and tied her hair into a ponytail. Walking out of the inns of the shelter to where she saw Elysian and Cripsy together, Her heart fluttered as she saw the sight.

Jackson leaned forward, ready to intervene, but Aurora stood up. "Handle me?" she repeated softly. The telekinetic pressure in the room spiked. The glass windows vibrated. The chandeliers swayed. The suitors took a step back in fear. Aurora descended the steps of the throne platform. "I do not need a husband to handle me," she walked past the terrified Duke. "And I do not need a King to rule for me." She walked through the crowd. The nobles parted like the Red Sea, terrified of her glowing violet eyes.