Brown Princess Novels & Stories

he says. Mariah did exactly as he said knowing fully well that fighting was useless. “Take off your shirt.” She felt her nipples harden beneath it, and a throb of desire pulses straight to her crotch. But she hesitate, one hand on the hem. Without looking at him, she slowly remove her bra, feeling her tits spring out. She've always been well-blessed in the chest department. No one else has ever seen them. There are a lot of firsts going on tonight.

she said, with a smile on her face. Braum gasped as he saw Bella. He remembered her being a trash like girl. She was a mute and had messy hair. Now that she’s all cleaned up, she’s actually really pretty. She’s grown up quite well as it seems. For her body truly took the form of a gorgeous woman with her hourglass body. Crown Prince, noticing Braum’s stare, ushered him to get out of his sight. “Oh, okay,” said Braum. He bowed and left them alone. As he got out of the bamboo forest he thought, “Wow, his highness sure have sharp eyes. He sure knows how to pick a beautiful woman. For indeed she is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.”

He said, to nobody as he was alone in his office. Joan Mayers, was a brilliant woman, there was no doubt, being the only daughter of Mayers group, a telecommunication company had its perks, one of which was being closely knitted family friends with the Bakers. Joan had not missed the chance to let Aiden know of the feelings she had for him. But he didn’t have the same feelings for her, to him she was a malicious and calculative woman who would go through corners just to get whatever it was that she wanted, be it a business project or a person. She was a villain in the business and people always knew they had lost when they were trying to get the same contract as Joan Mayers. She was the Male

“You idiot! You’ve gone to investigate the wrong person. Don’t you listen properly?” “I didn’t investigate the wrong person, Sir. She now has a daughter.” “A daughter? How is that possible? No, I don’t believe so.” “She now has a daughter, Sir. Her name is Princess and she’s Four years old. Based on my research, She’s really smart and charming, And Miss Brooks loves her so much.” “No. That can’t be possible.” Ethan shook his head even though the personal Investigator couldn’t see him. “I didn’t see any ring on her finger today.”

He came closer and Purple took a proper look at his perfectly chiseled jaw, his smiles were dangerous, yet tempting, and she could smell his wealth from where she stood. "Welcome to Golden Buck Enterprise, how can we be of help," she said, shaking off the directions of her thoughts. He cleared his throat and brushed his waves with his hands. "My name is Harry Brown, CEO of Copper Brown LTD," He waited for her reaction before he continued. "I'm going to get to my point straight and fast. I've been noticing you for, well….. quite a few times, and to be honest, your beauty is dazzling, and no matter how hard I try to shake it off, I cannot resist you,"

I personally broke one's leg with an axe and cleanly chopped off four fingers from the other. The little princess sat across from me. Just as I took the towel my bodyguard handed me and was calmly wiping the blood from my hands, she got right to the point, saying, "Bran doesn't love you anymore. If you leave on your own, it's better for everyone." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Brandon has countless women flocking around him. You're nothing special." The girl was in her late teens. She was wearing a white blouse, a light-colored pleated skirt, and canvas shoes, with her waist-length black hair casually tied up. Her face still had the youthful glow, fresh and bright as a newly bloomed magnolia.

Ambrose was cutting his meat with quick, efficient movements and talking to Bianca. Bianca. She sat next to Ambrose, in the very spot I had once sat with my father. The head of the table. She was dressed like a perfect princess tonight, clad in a rich purple gown that caught the light as she moved. With her red lips, she looked like a big, walking bruise. But right now, my imposter was the least of my worries. So long as Ambrose continued to get away with what he had done, nothing else mattered.

the voice of a security guard shouted. “Move before I move you,” growled a deep, commanding voice. Before anyone could react, the doors burst open with a resounding thud. The room fell silent as Sophia stepped in, wearing an elegantly tailored blue suit. The color complimented her beautiful brown hair, which was tied into a bun, with two loose strands framing her face. Her piercing brown eyes scanned the room, finally landing on John. John froze, his hand still holding the pen, his face draining of color. His mind reeled, and for a brief moment, he thought he was staring at a ghost.

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

I was almost out of the room before I went back to the table to get the invitation. “Can’t leave this here. I need you more than anything right now,” I mumbled before I closed the door and I went past Sabrina. “You’re in charge while I was gone,” I said to Sabrina before I heard she chuckled behind me. She must think I’m a madman but when it comes to Barbara, I was. Barbara Brown’s POV I was looking at the mirror of my dress. It was not as scandalous as my black dress but it was subtle enough for me to attend a wedding. The lace sleeves were nice as the dress stopped above my knees. It was an orange dress. I looked good in orange.