Romans & histoires Flame Princess X Finn

"Aren't they the Vaughn brothers?" "Why are they releasing the plague?" I looked at the one who was talking when she suddenly float at the air. Only then did I realize that Fin was in control of her. "Don't ever call my princess a Plague." Fin said angrily. "Clemente, come with Fin. We'll take care of it." Van said as the rope was removed from my hand. "Fin ..." I called. But Fin’s attention was on the people. "Which demon is on your side to hurt my princess?" Fin's question was frightening. Van held him by the arm.

Ophelia asked, putting her head against his shoulder once more. "They're prince and princess of the Ophidian Kingdom. I saved the prince after he nearly died from my claw bruise, during the time they attacked me in the forest. So they volunteered to help upon sensing you were in danger." Finlay deliberately skipped the part where they were taken to the Ophidian Kingdom and Princess Daeneria tried to compel him into wanting her, so they could get intimate. He was certain Ophelia would be displeased to hear such.

“We’re coming, Aria. Just hold on.” °°°°°°°°°°° FINN'S POV After ending the call with Adam, I just stared at the screen, trying to make sense of everything. Aria is the princess of Griffith? For a few moments, I just sat there, the phone feeling heavier in my hand. My mind was spinning, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe it. How could I not have known about something this big? “The Griffith princess,” I muttered to myself, the words feeling strange in my mouth. It sounded… unreal.

I grip the edge of the table and bite down on the rag that Grandma has handed me. I hear the flame of the match burn to life. I try not watch as she lights the end of the stick, but I hear the wood crackling. The heat of the flame grows hotter as it nears my skin. Grandma takes in a deep breath and presses the flame into my back right above my tailbone. The feeling of my skin bubbling and searing under the flame consumes my senses as it travels up my back. Biting down on the rag, I cannot suppress the screams of agony. The flames do not deviate from their path of my spine and the urge to call on my magic to stop the pain is overwhelming. But as soon as I think that I can’t endure anym

I wait for her to gather herself. ------------------------------- THIRD PERSON Finn, the Prince’s up-and-coming second and best friend, returned to the castle ahead of the deadline for the deal he was to seal. He is surprised when he meets Em cleaning Ali’s scheduled chambers. Ali steps in and takes Finn’s focus off of Emma and onto her so as to not give Emma’s secret away. Finn looks at both females and notices that something is going on as both have marks on their cheeks and necks that shouldn’t be there, even for servants within the castle.

Because the next moment they announced "Lead girl of team LEO is AMY MIDDLESTONE aaaaand lead boy will be ZAYN REDFIELD " Voice in my head was screaming WHY? WHY ME????? I'm no leader. Why the hell they selected me of all? I hated these situations when all eyes are staring at me. I took a peek at Zayn. But as usual, his face was blank. For a moment I thought the worst is gone. But I was wrong. "Head girl and head boy for 148th batch of camp ATLANTIS will be the team leaders of team............LEO!!!!!!!!"

The pop Inn hotel was at the out skirts of Yasia town. It was a well-built hotel with newly painted houses. The landscaping was splendid. At the entrance of the hotel were appealing flowers that were well managed and it was apparent that the management of the hotel had taken good time to beautify the place. I took some time to admire nature at its best within the hotel and suddenly I felt great warmth streaming inside my heart. I now wished that I should possess the flowers and wrapped them close to my heart.

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

The empty box flying at my head should've been a total turnoff, but the fire breathing dragon that screeched at me, 'Flanagan you knocked me up you dick' was too delightful to resist. It wasn't exactly hard tackling her to the bed, though she did put up a bit of a fight. "Gotcha."