No More Mister Nice Guy Swan Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

for them to see my mate and hopefully they would be happy for me. Connie has always been my best friend and protector so I know she would have questions later for me. I sat down next to my Prince and he placed my hand in his smiling at me. “ My princess you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Prince Scott whispered next to my ear. I giggled and a blush formed on my cheeks. I leaned over to him and whispered,” Thank you my prince. You are very handsome I must admit.” He kissed my cheek and told me to just call him Scott and I squeezed his hand smiling at him. It wasn’t long before the others came into the sitting room and Scott stood to make his introductions. Selwyn and Rain wer

Tristan, Hayden, and Conrad came along with him. Sakura grinned nervously as they surrounded her, their eyes taking in her polished look in appreciation. “Hey, guys,” she said in greeting. Conrad said, “Wow! You look like a princess.” Tristan nodded. “A very posh and innocent princess I just want to mess with.” Hayden slapped Tristan on the shoulder. “Mind your words, stupid brother. She’s a princess today, so treat her like one.” Tristan chuckled. “Sorry, darling princess sis,” he said.

One could tell that the person is the messenger of the werewolf king for him to be like this. Although the status may look like it was that of a slave but it isn't because the messenger of the king is a noble man and they weren't treated badly. Everyone in this palace was treated fairly and that was why everyone was able to leave in peace and harmony till now. “Speak,” the king's deep baritone voice ordered and the messenger dare not delay. “The message had been sent to the alpha. She was excited to know that the princess came to you around the pack. She even mentioned wanting to befriend the princess' ' the messenger said and at the end of his words he bowed in a ninety degree position.

The man looked at me from head to toe, his eyes shining and his face flushing. "Greet the princess of the empire properly." The man quickly bowed with his hand on his chest, making me shy away. "I greet Her Highness, the first Princess Camellia Arventia. May the blessings of Eonora fall upon your Highness," he said, and I had to stop myself from laughing at the whole situation. I turned to face the man, who looked down at me in admiration. "May Eonora's blessings fall upon you, my lord," I said, and the man stood up.

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

He circled the table with smooth steps, bowing gallantly when he reached Elara’s side. “Princess,” he said, voice pitched to carry across the room. “Will you honor me with a dance?” Every noble’s eyes turned to them. Elara’s parents smiled expectantly. She had no choice. She rose, forcing a pleasant mask over her features. “Of course.” The music swelled. Kieran led her to the center of the hall, one hand clasping hers, the other settling too firmly at her waist. Elara’s wolf bristled, snarling in her mind. His touch burned—not with warmth, but with violation.

Luke was in the shower as instructed. He quickly rinsed off his body and dried himself off with a towel. He grabbed the clothes that were given to him. It was an ivory long silk slip dress and a beige cashmere knit sweater. Luke never wanted to wear dresses again, but now he is presented with no choice. Luke sighed and put on his underwear and clothes.

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

Within a few seconds, my phone beeped up and I received his message. Mr Stranger: I was just kidding, Princess. I'm sorry. I'll never insult you and also I'll never let anybody insult my princess. A bright smile spread across my face as I read his message and my heart melted. Inaya: It's okay. Now you should sleep, you must be tired after working the whole day. Mr Stranger: I want to sleep in your arms, Princess. I smiled broadly first after reading his meeting and then pouted sadly because we can't sleep in each other arms.