Clockwork Princess Novels & Stories

She falls to her knees, as she asks. “Why?” Witnessing a terror and might be, no, but the future that the crowns hold. Her eyes reflected the clear capsule-like imprisonment that divided the two in the middle. With their hands touching each other, yet is held by the glass in between. The princess cries, the prince promise, shattering everything in an instant. Just then everything turns purple and dark, as the familiar being came out from the shadows. Where into her clock-inspired pattern, painted and tainted purple ball gown hits the none existing floor. A ripple-like effect is a cast, with her dark long hair that is gently being played by the wind with its utmost perfection, pattern, and co

The clock was an antique bronze piece that was carved to look like a wolf that was howling with its head raised up. It had been polished with high quality wax and it shone as the afternoon sun streamed in through the window. The clock's face was on the wolf's belly and had an opening on the other side where the batteries were kept. On the bed, the plump and sexually enticing body of Leila was sitting on the bed against the big dark wood of the headboard. She was clad in a bright pink sexy lingerie which set off her body like it was on fire. The top of the sexy lingerie was barely covering her big and plump bosom. Her juicy tits were fighting for space in the lingerie that was a size small fo

In the midst of all of the chaos I am still thinking about how Erebus doesn’t want me to be his Queen. “Hello Luna,” the one with the dressing bag greets us and all three of them curtesy sweetly. “I am Anna. This is Amy, she will be doing your hair. And that is Amelia, she will be doing your make-up.” Putting on a fake smile I nod gently to each of them and introduce myself and Sophie. Without hesitation they help us into our overly large seats and the pampering begins. Anna buffs and pants my fingernails and toenails, while Amy fusses over my hair. Amelia and Sophie are chatting like old friends while Amelia applies her make up. When they finish their jobs they swap places and Amelia

The seal’s imprint, a coiled serpent with its fangs bared, felt like it was watching her, daring her to break it. Somewhere deep in the palace, a clock struck once, the sound hollow and cold. Izora reached for the envelope. ---

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.

Night exclaimed entering in only to see Sandra trembling in pain “where is the clock?” Bella walked towards them “ he broke it” Shade replied “what!” bella yelled “it was out of anger” Night replied trying to justify his actions “ that is why she started having pain in her heart” Bella exclaimed in frustration ‘what do you mean?” Night questioned “ are you really stupid? The clock is connected to her . Any damage done to the clock would hurt the person connected with it. The clock can repair itself by taking energy from the person connected to it. so the clock is taking energy from Sandra but since she lack it it’s affecting her body hence she is feeling all the pain”

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

Queenie’s eyes, which had been showing cruelty ever since narrowed. The combination of a stony gaze and face as the snow seemed able to kill anyone standing in front of her. Queenie reached into the back of her dress. It was a piece specially designed for princesses. They could keep their valuables in the hidden back of the dress. She pulled out a ring with beautiful carvings and glittering diamonds. Someone had specially designed it. “Before I explain anything, I asked the royal servant. Come on, Clara!”

Its hands were carved from black crystal. Neither hand moved. Around the edge of the clock stood twelve stone archways. Eleven were sealed with enormous doors of polished granite. The twelfth stood open. Beyond it... Only brilliant golden light. The same light Adrian had seen beneath the roots moments earlier. He stepped toward the clock. Every footstep echoed unnaturally loud. Then he noticed something strange. The clock had no numbers. Instead... Twelve names were carved around its edge. Some had been erased by time. Others remained perfectly clear.

She surely seemed a real princess. He stretched out his hand under her lower face, there was a velvet box. She lifted her head and looked at him "What it is?" "Your birthday present." Sohu took the box and opened it, inside it was a Rolex women's watch with diamonds on its bracelet. "A watch?" "Very special gift. Because the time is not the same all the time, bad times go and good times come, as the needles of this watch move forward, may bring something excitement or relief in your life." RK smiled and asked, "Let me help you."