Brown Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Braum smiled and said, “Excuse me then.” Vera nodded and waved goodbye. Braum walked into Crown Prince’s room. “What is it?” asked Crown Prince. “Well, I got something to give you.” “Not interested.” “What?” Crown Prince continue reading the memorials. “What if I say that it’s from Concubine Bella.” Crown Prince dropped his brush and looked up at Braum. “What is it?” “Well she her maid something for me to give it to you.” “What?” “Umm, she gave you something.”

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,"

Like lavender. Her hair was held up in a high bun and a sullen expression dominated her features. I was amazed at how fast she was able to get dressed and come out of the room. I remember how my dad always used to shout at my mum to hurry up when we were going out. We'd have to wait for minutes before my mum finally came out. When she eventually did, all the anger my dad felt would be buried and he'd just keep staring at her. Now I understood what he was staring at. The Princess' face was bare. I don't think I have ever seen her with any makeup before and she didn't need it.

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.

"Everything is ready, boss. The venue, the catering, the band, the guests. The whole city is buzzing about the biggest event of the year." My assistant sent me a flood of pictures of the venue, decorated exactly to Sera's taste. It was all so perfect. My heart swelled with a raw, fierce joy. I couldn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, I pushed open the door to the waiting room, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers and the ring box. A figure in an elegant dress turned to face me. My heart sank. It was Karen, her neck adorned with the diamond necklace I had just paid a fortune for. The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago.

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.