Novel & Cerita Lola Loud Princess

“The Moonstone princess. Elena.” His eyes gleamed. “To where?” he asked.

My heart broke at the fact that they knew each other and both caused my life to be hell in two ways. I couldn’t catch a fucking break. Marina chuckled. “She’s a princess alright. And I’m sure her king would be losing his fucking mind when he finds out his princess is nowhere to be found.” I screamed and it came out muffled and they laughed at me. “So pathetic. I’m so fucking happy we are finally taking her power and getting it over with. It’s coming to us just like we deserve.” Marina smiled from ear to ear. Lola returned the smile. “I couldn’t have pretended to be her friend all those years for nothing. The bitch sickens me.” She sneered and Marina laughed.

Lola said, excitedly. "Everything you've said are they same thing." I rolled my eyes and she stuck out her tongue. We went to the manicure stall despite my words cause Harrieta insisted we serve the little princess, Lola not that I was against her enjoying herself but the fact that she was acting like the outing as mainly for her. What a rude little brat. But my nails came out more beautiful than others. It was painted nude with a little magneto by the side and for my legs...they weren't that long nor short, but just moderate. My perfect length.

The smell of pancakes hit me first, and my stomach growled loud enough to embarrass me. Lola was standing by the stove with her hair in a messy pineapple bun, wearing my pink slippers like she owned them. She flipped a pancake with unnecessary flair, then she saw me at the doorway and smirked. “Good morning, Princess,” she said. “You’re being too loud,” I mumbled, rubbing my face. “I need coffee.” She pointed to a mug already waiting on the counter, and I almost teared up from gratitude alone. I wrapped my hands around it, inhaling the steam like it was oxygen, then I hopped weakly onto a stool.

However, before she could Alana weaved her arm through Eva's and held her back. Eva's attention was once again on her best friend but she couldn't stop the smell from filling her senses. "Good Morning Prince Cole, this here is my Beta Antonio, My daughter Alana, and My Beta's daughter Eva," Alexandros spoke as he held out his hand to the prince. The prince looked at each person and gave a simple nod. That was until he looked at Eva. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She smelled so sweet. It was mesmerizing.

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

I loosely hold her hand before her, expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t. “Alpha Blackwood, I’m Princess Adelaide, but please, call me Adelaide,” her voice clipped but I can see the small amusement burning in her eyes. “Please call me Wade,” Right, we’re getting somewhere. I move back to my sofa. I don’t want to let go of her hand, it sends tingles down my arm. But I don’t want to scare her, she needs to be in control of this.

“Hmm… interesting. Open the trunk.” We heard the struggle, and the trunk opened. We pretended to sleep so as not to raise suspicions. I felt the mysterious voice remove a strand of my hair from my face. His fingertips touched my skin, making me immediately disgusted. “Hum… I see the reports were true. You are the spitting image of Clarissa. Today, you will be my new toy, little whore... and how I plan to enjoy it. It will be the first time I’m with a royal princess... a royal pussy. Will she fuck differently? What do you think, Ezra?”

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

The Mistress of Shadows filled the doorway. Her black hair, sleek and straight, fell to her shoulders in a glossy wave. A long, delicate hand rested on the doorframe, slender fingers adorned with dark stones, glimmering with the life of subtle magic. Her skin was unnaturally pale as if she had not seen the sun in years. She cleared her throat. The girls scattered immediately, leaving Lyra alone in the woman’s shadow. Her dark cloak cascaded around her with an otherworldly fluidity. But it was her purple eyes so bright they glowed that chilled her spine. Lyra stood motionless, as the woman’s gaze raked over her with an unwelcoming scrutiny.