Bianca Prince Nude Novels & Stories

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

Brandon asked. “You didn’t even help,” I scoffed. “I’m sparing your d*ck because I want more nieces and nephews,” he said. “Thank you, Brandy. Now go back to whatever you two were doing,” I said. “Not a bad idea,” Brandon muttered, ending the call. I placed my phone on the table and sighed. Suddenly, Elena came down in a white bikini with her luscious curves on the display. My eyes went to her flat belly and I felt this urge to touch it.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Hence she simply takes off her shirt, fully seated on her chair and places it on her lap. "The bathroom is right th-" Mateo's words were cut short - along with his hand that was pointing towards the bathroom door beside the huge television - when he realized that she was changing right in front of him, showing every nook and cranny of the popped out ribs that were rippling her skin. 'Is she a prostitute or something?' Mateo wonders at the sudden display of flesh, tearing away his eyes until she was fully clothed. If she was a prostitute, he wouldn't mind. He found her attractive.

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

I walk to him and kiss him. “Good thing there are two of us. Love you Dylan.” I say to him when I hear Rebel telling the pup no. I laugh and walk to where she went. She isn’t even bothered that she is naked. I could get used to this. Seeing my woman naked, walking around the penthouse without a care in the world. Her body is a work of art. Slender and toned but still has her curves, her full breasts, and round, tight, and high ass, plus the beautiful artwork that spans her back of a Chinese dragon. I groan and adjust my pants.

He said. He pinned my arms between us and shoved himself between my legs. I began kicking and screaming frantically, someone has to be around.. surely.. someone will help me. In one swift motion, he ripped the front of my dress, exposing my undergarments and cleavage. “Get off!” I screamed. “Princess!” I heard Lillian’s voice. No! If I wasn’t pinned down.. well now he knows who I am. “Ohh.. so I have the Princess here..” the man moaned. He pressed his erection against me and I cringed.

This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t. Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma. "Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.