Milk Princesses Novels & Stories

Boldly, I slipped into a seat where a group of men were sitting around a poker table. I watched the way their mouths parted and the way their eyes widened in surprise. It was totally my fault. Everyone thought I was dead. Even now, rumors of me being here had already spread and they couldn't even stop the gossip from floating into my own ears. I'm princess Marina, the heir to my mother's fortune since my sister decided to disappear out of the blue years ago. I noticed some of the men checking me out, eyes pinned on my tits but really, anything for this game to work in my favor.

I swear my brain short-circuits every time I feel his cock graze against a certain spot inside me. “Vieni di nuovo per me, Principessa?” (Are you gonna come again for me, princess?) he groans into my ear, feeling how tighter my pussy clenches around him. “Ti distruggerai sul mio cazzo come la mia brava piccola troia?”(Will you fall apart on my cock like my good little slut?) “Y-yes—” I moan, I should be turned off, offended by the vulgar language but instead I get more excited, embracing the new kink while feminism gets shadowed by the need to come apart on his cock.

Again most sit nodding or have emotionless expressions on their faces. “Alpha Maddox, may I ask, is it true you have found your Luna and she is a Vampire?” Elder Fransis asks, she is one of the older Elders and more open to change than the others. “Yes I have found my Luna, Princess Lyra Skolova is an exceptional female and an amazing leader, and I do hope you all will keep an open mind when you meet her” I say as I smile at Elder Fransis.

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Maverick POV. It has been six weeks since I was welcomed into the Princes Of Darkness. As a welcome gift for Melody, because she loves being on the back of my bike. The club ladies had her own leathers and helmet custom made. She even has her own little cut, like all the kids do. It says Property Of The Little Devil’s Of The Princess Of Darkness MC. A way for the kids to feel like they are important and do belong to a wider family.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

But when it came to the beautiful women dressed in princess costumes, both girls eagerly insisted they had to meet them. Pictures were taken with Cinderella, Snow White, Jasmine and Sleeping Beauty. Olivia’s favorite princess was Belle and Giovanni insisted they couldn’t stop until they found her. “I think we should get the girls some lunch,” he suggested, pointing toward a covered patio of tables. Sabrina laughed as he steered them toward the pavilion, his stomach growling as Grace and Olivia began asking for sugar pretzels. “They can’t possibly be hungry again,” she insisted. “So far, they’ve had corn dogs, frozen bananas and snow cones. Anymore and they are likely to be sick.”

Sarah’s POV Rose pinned up the last curl of hair. I turned my head to see in the mirror. They did look a-m-a-zing. In fact, Rose did my makeup so perfectly that I felt like a real princess, from the gold necklace and bracelet my father brought me to the breathtaking A-line black chiffon dress pooling around me.

They stopped before the throne and bowed. “Greetings, Alpha. Greetings, Luna,” they said together. Polly studied them one by one. They were beautiful, graceful, rehearsed. She smiled. Too bad they’ll all be dead soon. The women gave their names: “Princess Casandra of RedBrooks Pack,” said the first one with brown eyes, her head bowed. “Princess Amira of Hoodwinds Pack,” said the middle one, with thick black hair, shorter than the rest. And then the last:

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."