Half-blood Prince Cover Novels & Stories

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

His eyes widened, face and ears going crimson when he saw the illustrations on the page. Ahhhh he had completely forgotten about this particular book! There were different kinds of explicit sexual positions couples could engage in to enjoy the process of bringing a baby into the world within. And why did Prince Ron read such a book in the first place? Well, there were decent pictures of homosexual couples on the cover so he wanted to see what it was about. He never expected it to be drawings of different kinds of sex positions.

I reached for the shelves tagged Spell Books on Curses and took out one that caught my eye. It was a hardcover book. The cover was black, and on it was a gold imprint of a spell bottle. "Is it not funny how we keep meeting in unexpected places?" Prince Daryl's voice was small, careful not to enrage the librarian whose hawk eyes followed every movement of the students in the library. But even when it was a whisper, it still sent stills of caresses down my spine. "Perhaps you are stalking me, your Highness," I said, struggling to keep a blank face.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

He realized the uniqueness of the hard and thick book cover. "The cover of this book is made of dragon scales," shrieked Draco stifled. "Is it true? Could it be, this book is what we are looking for? Maybe there is a clue in it,” said Astrid enthusiastically. Her eyes were sparkling with pleasure. "This title means Dragon Prince's Heart," Draco said as he rubbed the embossed title on the cover. Draco opened the cover of the book and found blank pages of old, yellowed paper. Gradually appeared an inscription on the page that was written in an ancient script.

“Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.” “You, you’re a princess?” “Not exactly madame, I am an heir without power. If a beast produces children, the most powerful would be the next ruler, my father hid the truth that I was not pureblood, but after he passed, I was supposed to take over the thro

“What colour do you want to start with?” “At least let me get dressed for this.” Seeing he’s pretending to not hear a word I say, I sigh. “White.” He hands me the white bag. It’s heavier than expected. When I peek inside, something catches in my throat. No way. I reach in and slowly pull out a hardcover novel — the limited edition. Bonus chapters. Character art. Gilded edges. The kind of cover you touch like it’s holy. It only released last month and costs more than my dignity. I’ve had it bookmarked in every browser tab like a prayer.

I looked at my mother, who now had a confused look on her face. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She inquired again. "You are the issue, Mom. The embarrassment I have to take because you birth me. This is a prenup agreement. The circumstance Mr Oswald is talking about here would be related to us being rumoured to be the gold-digging duo of Sandstone Pack. I have nothing to say to you now." I picked up the paper to sign it.

The cover was a beautiful, artistic black and white shot of a woman dressed in only a pair of lacy panties and heels. She sat on her knees, slightly turned away from the camera so the viewer only saw the swell of her right breast. Her wrists were shackled behind her back, and from the reader's vantage point, it was clear that she was blindfolded and gagged. ‘BOUND’ the big, bold title of the magazine jumped out at me. The thought that Troy Bailey, the Lycan Prince of the North and big bad crime boss of Haverton, had pornography in his nightstand was both scandalous and hilarious at the same time.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️