Milk Princess Novels & Stories

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

I hope so. I asked my mom to sit at the dinner table, on purpose, because that way, she can feel at home. "So, what's been drinking milk all this time?" Ask mom again, who saw me daydreaming. The milk I remember, Denko's. Besides, I don't understand any of the dairy brands. Aha, I remember. There is one milk, which often appears in advertisements on television. "Oh that, Rara drinks Mylante milk." I hope I'm right. That's pregnant women's milk, which is purple. I hope mom don't know any of the dairy brands for pregnant women.

A big necklace banner was hanging behind the stage which has fresher's party written on it in big size while on one hand the decor was of disco and on another hand it was of horror nd thriller. As soon as we enter inside, all the eyes were upon us, girls were drooling over me while boys were drooling over my princess who was looking damn hot. I glares the boys and puts my hand around her waist pulling her closer to me while my love was so busy in seeing the whole decoration that she doesn't felt that when my hand comes around her waist. I just shake my head in disbelief. She notices it after sometime and looks towards me. She doesn't say anything to me as she knows I'm more possessive for he

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

Luke asked. "No, I want to stay here with Papa." She answered before turning her attention back to Valentino. "What flavor do you want?" Luke asked Valentino. "Rocky Road," Valentino answered. Luke nodded before standing up to go buy the ice cream. He bought bubblegum and cotton candy scoops for Alessandra, Rocky Road for Valentino, and vanilla for himself. He paid and took the ice cream before going back to the two. He handed each of them their ice cream and after a quick thank you, Alessandra was back to giving all her attention to Valentino.

Everyone laughed as he ate. Calista asked, “Mom, does that kind of milk taste good?” I chuckled, “It’s really good for little babies. It’s very high in nutrients for them.” Calista crinkled her nose, “I was going to ask to taste it, but since it’s so high in nutrients, it must not taste very good.” I laughed, “It does to them.” Calista smiled, “But they’ve never tried juice or cows’ milk either.” I shrugged, “You have a point, baby girl. I’m about ready for something to eat.” Princess Chloe asked, “Would you like a bagel to fill you until breakfast?” I nodded, “That would be great. It’s something I can eat while I feed them. Thank you.”

“Good morning princess.” “I’m not a princess, I'm not five.” “No you’re not.” I looked at her. “Here, I brought you something to eat and drink before we start.” She looked at the porridge and the glass of juice I brought her. “It’s not poisoned. I don’t want to kill you Milly. I just want your help. Once you’ve eaten, we’ll begin again and I promise you can have a shower and get out of these dirty clothes, okay?”

Nezeira, “Ok then, there should be no problem. Let’s go get you some food.” Nezeira drove the superbike with Lily and stopped at a small roadside stall and bought a few burgers and water. They sat on a bench and Lily gobbled up two burgers as she was famished for days. After slowing down a bit she, spoke, “Ermmmm, if you don’t mind can I ask you something?” Nezeira, “Ask.” Lily, “He called you Princess. Why?” Nezeira, was startled a little, sighing she said, “Because I am the Princess….of Vladmore.”

So far, besides making snide comments about her birth nation, he behaved himself and she didn't want to do anything that would make him angry. The flap of the tent was thrown open and two servants walked in to place food before them. A jar of rich milk was placed before her together with a strange fancy cup that felt a bit grainy as though it was made of sand. With a raise of his hand, the Saade said. "Eat up, princess, you look very skinny. I like my women with a bit more flesh."

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."