Mi Princesa Hermosa Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maxim finally turned towards Iris and Thomas' table. "And finally, the main event, best for last, ladies and gentlemen, the one considered by many to be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, shining like the sun in the sky, our majesty, our future ruler, Princess Solaria!" Next to Iris, a beautiful girl with bright yellow hair tied in a ponytail and fierce red eyes rearranged her hair, looking a little angry. "Iris, when I said I expected to be treated differently, I didn't mean to feel worse."

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

Bending his head he sucked at one pert deep pink nipple feeling it grow hard against his tongue, when he lifted his head Alcina had thrown back her head and closed her eyes with pleasure, ‘Sei bagnata per me, principessa mafiosa?’ [Are you wet for me Mafia Princess?] He pushed his knee between her legs and kissed her passionately, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and claiming her possessively, she melted against him and he carried her back to the bed. ‘"Una piccola principessa così bisognosa..’ [Such a needy little Princess.] He said tugging off her shorts and pushing her legs apart, ‘Fanculo Bella, sei così bagnata e pronta per il mio cazzo.’ [Fuck Beauty, you are so wet and ready for

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

~Bethany~ On our way back to our dorm, we are almost at the stairs when Zuri turns her phone screen to me, showing me a picture of one of the princes, Jayan Salazar. I can’t deny the obvious, the boy is a pretty sight to behold. Lazy carefree style, beautiful messy hair that I’m suspecting should be a signature of his, soft pink lips, and a minute jaw ridge. What a handsome boy. “Ugh,” I groan. “What should I do with that?”

It was all the historian could whisper in her clumsy surprise. The princess curved her mouth in a visible sneer. “Herself. – She replied snuggling closer, her perceptive eyes taking in all of Lauren's outfit. She was whimsically elegant in every detail, from the strands of her hair to the tips of her shoes, she was agitated, it was true, and that agitation did little to match her elegance, but that didn't make her any less attractive either. It was only that height of elegance that she could do justice to Karila's presence, that woman would not succumb to less than what Lauren Jauregui represented.

None of us is uttering any word, all that can be heard are the footsteps of the royalties that are walking towards us. “She’s so beautiful.” I heard Mrs. Vergara said while peeking at the princess. “Rico’s still so undeniably handsome too. As always, they look like Greek God and Goddess.” Mom mumbled. I looked at the two royalties and got astounded too by their out-of-this-world beauty. But one thing’s missing. I mean one important person. Where’s Lucifer? We all curtsied as soon as they get to be in front of us. “Good Evening, sorry we’re late.” Princess Melody apologized.

Rory apologized as we walked in. The Prince was staring out at his window. His back to us. "What is her name?" He asked without looking back. "Amaya Harkins, daughter of goddess Athena." Rory said. The Prince turned and faced me. Then I saw his face, his beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will. His mouth was a plump bow, his nose an aristocratic arrow. He's beautiful. The most beautiful I've seen. His eyes were blue, bright blue

He asked, emphasising more on the third option. Sia's eyes widened at the last one, and she rushed out her reply. "No, Your Highness, I want to find a woman. She is called Princess Diana of Moonshine." Instantly, the Prince's eyes glowed, turning murderous. Sia could almost see sparks of electricity in his eyes. His voice came out cold and blank. "What do you want with her?"