Drawn Together Princess Clara Novels & Stories

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.

The words engraved in gold screamed louder than anything I have ever heard in my life. “An invitation to Nikolai’s birthday.” My teeth clenched when my eyes skated along the gold engraving! Because the invitation was extended not to me; but to RAYANA ELIZABETH MOUNTBATTEN, AKA THE ROYAL ARCHDUCHESS OF FAIRFAX. And my fucking wife at that!

I thought to myself, what are you looking at, do you think everyone is as deaf as you! I said, "hehe, brother Elio is looking forward to it too, right?" "Not as much as you." What a prude. Clara was wearing a long golden brown dress today, with fine golden silk threads at the hem, forming a complex and magnificent pattern. It looked very expensive and shimmered in the sunlight. Elio and I were also obviously aristocrats who didn't fit in with the crowd, and coupled with the fact that Collins, Clara's guardian knight, kept following us around, we were extremely conspicuous in the crowd, with all sorts of eyes glued to us. The two of them seemed to be used to being the center of attention, but

~Bethany~ "Zad," one of the other Nobles hisses. “Let’s not get on these entitled assholes' bad sides. Come on.” Zadrick casts me one last scowl before he and his lapdogs move on. The moment they do, I ditch the four princes and head to the relatively uncrowded bar. The few Nobles mingling here seem to be having a great time, though some eyeball me. When I notice a handsome, dark-skinned Selkie leaning against the bar, checking me out with a drink in his hand, I approach him.

After all, through out the journey, he was holding my hands. 'Gladly, the journey toward the temple went well' Of course, at first, it is extremely uncomfortable but after minutes passed, I got used to it and soon, I also relaxed myself up. "You're highness the crown princess and the duke's heir sir Calix Finiell, we finally arrived" One of the knights said as the carriage stopped at the same time. First, I looked at the window to see if there are a lot of people and yes, I was right. There are a lot of nobles along with some ladies whom I think are using this chance to meet and have a talk to Calix.

He spread his legs apart and folded his hand over his chest as he waited for the fake princess Clare to step out of the car, as if ready to see a joke. Even if he was drugged, he was sure he would still recognize Princess Clare whom he met at the royal ball. She was a woman he couldn't stand, she was a seductive she-wolf, and even now he was sure she would be dressed seductively as if all the male wolves being sexually inclined to her was a thing of honor.

Clara “We won’t stay,” Felix said, but he was looking at me instead of Bruess. “You won’t,” Prince Bruess said to him. “What about the Lady Clara? I hope that you are made of sterner stuff than to bend at every whim my brother has.” “You make it sound like he has me under his thumb,” I said, and Felix made a sound of disgust.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

Tanya, whose prescene was finally acknowledged, stared at the lady's index finger, which was pointed at her. “I'm tanya, and if I may ask, who are you?” Tanya asked, annoyance evident in her tone. “What? Who am I? You don't know me?” The lady asked in disbelief. “I'm I obligated to know you?” Tanya asked again. “ You don't know me? My name is Clara. Clara, the princess of this country. Do you want to say you've never heard of me?” Clara asked in anger. “I've never heard of you.” Tanya said plainly.

Clara said, standing up to her feet. “Who the hell was that?” I asked. “Princess Emma Bloodwood,” Clara replied. “You really shouldn’t be making her your enemy.” “What? I’m supposed to just bend over and let her push me around? Why, because she happens to be a princess? No damn way.” “Trust me, my lady sometimes it’s better to just bend over and be pushed around. Especially when you’re dealing with people like Princess Emma. Now come, we’ve wasted too much time already.”