Broken Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

I broke the kiss to take of my shirt before immediately re-connected our lips once again. Jack starts to trace soft patterns on my back, completely relaxing my muscles before flipping us over so that he was now on top of me. He broke the kiss once more, looking me deeply in the eyes. "You’re so sexy baby, I would give anything just to have you to myself for the night" He sings, having a small smirk tug on his face as he begins to unzip my shorts. Anxiety begins to fill my being as I realize what was about to take place. "Wait, Jack...I'm still uh…I'm still a virgin" I said breathlessly, feeling a sense of embarrassment take over me now.

The cup had already been broken before, and someone had already fixed it back with care, but the gluing at the handle wasn’t done well, so the cup slipped and fell. Before she could think further, she heard footsteps. The maids returned, but they didn’t come alone. They returned with Iva whose face had gone cold. Iva immediately saw the shattered pieces on the floor, and her face turned paler by ten shades. She glared at Elena. “Do you know what you just broke? This was the most favorite item of Sansa Claimer. Adrian will be furious when he sees what you’ve done to the item he treasures!” Elena frowned.

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

"No guy in his right mind would ever want someone like you as a girlfriend." My hands balled into tight fists, anger flaring up in my chest. "You really think I care about your opinion?" "Believe whatever you want." She stepped back toward the mirror, glancing at me with that same irritating smile. "Any guy would be lucky to have me. I'm pretty, wealthy, smart—" "And yet you can't follow a single simple rule," she cut me off coldly. "Who would ever want a reckless rule-breaker?" I bit my lip hard. "You're a rule-breaker too. In fact, you're a hundred times worse than I'll ever be," I spat back. I took a step toward her, matching her distance. "You're all talk."

SMASHED! A loud crash echoed around the guest chamber. Princess Sheila had just thrown a beautiful glass vase against the wall, and it shattered into tiny pieces. Her two maids flinched, eyes wide, hearts pounding. They dared not speak. Sheila was furious—so angry that her whole body shook. Nothing was going the way she wanted. Why? Why had the King chosen someone else? Why not her? She had done everything to make him love her. Everything! She had dressed beautifully, spoken sweet words, and even lowered her pride just for him. But nothing worked.

“You're going to be under my roof, and I'll need you to behave. You make one wrong move, I'll kill you. You cause any trouble, I'll kill you. You try doing anything without my permission, I'll kill you. Am I clear?” She only stares at her bare feet, which I just noticed were bruised and bleeding. I hate seeing my delicate things get scars. Grabbing her cheek again, I force her to stare at me. “Am I clear, little doll?” She whimpers before nodding her head to say yes. “Good,” I say, grinning from ear to ear. “I hope you’re not too fragile,” I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Because I don’t do well with breakable things.”

The guards flock around, protecting the kingdom; none could see me. I entered the palace, and even the inside was different. The furniture and paintings in this palace give me this crazy feeling, which I hate. I continued walking. I had no idea where I was going, but I kept going. I got to the study, and before I could open the door, I heard a loud noise of glass breaking, and I followed it. I got to a room, which is one of the guest rooms. I opened it and entered the room, and I was surprised to see a man and a woman. A boy was on the floor, his hand bleeding from the glass. The woman just broke because she was standing beside a tea table.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

I don't even have all my energy and I managed to break it. I start looking around the room for a key to my cuffs, I see a tiny blue, diamond encrusted bowl. Bingo. Sure as day in it lies a key that looks like it could unlock my cuffs, how predictable. I immediately feel my energy come back to me as I rub my chaffed wrists, I resist the te,oration to slap the prince around abit or shave off an eyebrow but I don't have time to waste. Now to get out of the castle. I look out of the princes window, the wall is clad with a firm looking ivy, thta looks like it could probably hold my body weight, only one way to find out. I swing down from the window ledge and grip tightly too the ivy that holds fi