Gangster Princess Drawings Novels & Stories

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

“Take all these cocks like the shared whore you are.” “Fill her up. Breed my Princess.” Liam watched with dark lust, occasionally joining in to reclaim me, fucking me hard while the others watched. By the end of the night, I was a complete mess — covered in cum, holes gaping and leaking, body trembling from countless orgasms. Liam carried me to a private room and reclaimed me one last time, slow and deep, whispering how proud he was of his Gangbang Princess. But the Queen was not satisfied with eighteen.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

The horrific thing about the card was that there were two here figures, drawn in a childish hand. Two male figures in crude shirts and tuxes stood on either side of a fat, balloon-like woman figure in the centre. The trio were supposedly holding hands. But what made the rather childish drawing so macabre was the horror. What was terrifying was the face of the female in the centre. The crude drawing of the woman’s face had been scored off with a thick black marker, creating a cross. But what made Bianca gasp aloud, was the bright red slash across the stomach of the woman’s figure.

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

That will answer all of your questions. Fear is rising inside of me now that I've found myself in this situation. I hesitated for a moment before continuing. The box contained some sort of drawings that were predominantly composed of Prince Augustus's face. "Did you draw this?" A shake of his head indicated his disapproval. "What do you notice about the drawings?" "There are dozens of portraits that feature the face of the prince.." "Aside from his face, what do you notice about it?" "This illustration features the prince and him alone," I gave each piece of paper a careful look. "Every aspect of the drawing leads me to believe that the person who created it is smitten with the subject depic

“Draw me.” Goldie looks at Darryl and takes the pencil. He moves the tip of the pencil on the paper and begins to scribble a couple of circles and lines. Darryl watches him with intent, The drawing highlighted some of his facial features more than the others, almost like in a cartoonish style. “Good,” Darryl nods at him, “Now, draw what they did to you in Bilibid. Did they torture you? Blackmail? Kidnapped? ”

“Did you draw this?” She nodded proudly.“It’s you.” I leaned closer. The drawing looked absolutely nothing like Dexter. The man had a giant square head. Tiny legs.And what looked like seven fingers on one hand. I pressed my lips together. Dexter looked at the drawing. Then at the little girl.“You made me look handsome.” She smiled.“You are handsome.” I nearly choked. I really couldn’t help it. I knew I shouldn’t find any of this amusing, but it was getting harder not to. I could just laugh a little. Laughing wasn’t necessarily a crime.

"I am Prince Dylan, King Stephen’s lone child, and ruler of Stalwart Castle." On the other hand, she prepared herself and allowed herself the privilege of making an introduction. "I’m the most dreaded person in the gangster community, Adira, and I’m from another country." The prince gave her a close-up look while looking at her. "What’s a gangster, exactly?" "People who kill anyone who crosses their path are callous and kill with no mercy." He abruptly turned to face his father. “Father, who exactly did you hire? Why a criminal?" Her ability to perceive fear in his eyes.