One Night With A Prince Novels & Stories

“You know one thing… I have spent many days and nights thinking about you. Having distanced myself from your life was a good strategy, with that I was able to realize how important you are to me." “Ha ha, I knew it! You're not as basic as I thought." "That? Essential?" replied the prince while he laughed. “All this muscular body is for aphrodisiac tastes, not for basic tastes” “Ha ha ha, come here!! Said the prince and hugged her tightly. After a long talk, both of them fell completely asleep… regardless of the weather, regardless of anything else but them. In the morning the door was heard, the prince put on his underwear and went to the door. He opened it, it was his friend Frankie of his.

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.

His friends were expecting him to join in the fun. Prince made his signature entrance into the club, where he was greeted by security guards. He walked boldly into the private lounge where his friends were and joined them. It was an unappealing sight to see because the Prince was the only man dressed in the room. Everyone was busy f*cking. Two men were seen having sex with a young woman. It was enjoyable because the woman was screaming with delight. Prince smirked as he sat in a corner, watching the scene unfold. Everyone in that room was preoccupied with their immoral activities. It is what they do every weekend, with the most beautiful women money can buy.

She asked, increasing her tempo. He moaned, cupping her jiggling butt in his hands. He was at her mercy now. Maybe he really should talk about him. Maybe Belle could indeed help his situation, help him. "Belle was a one-night stand of his, but i never met her. He too, met her just that once. But she left, before he could even talk to her or get her contact." Belle slowed down again, and stretched her head to kiss him with her slurpy mouth.

Through the slightly ajar doors, it is impossible not to hear moans and indistinct murmurs. A while later, a male voice asks from the chamber, “What is it?” As this cue, they enter the chamber. Their eyes focused on the floor, they give the envelope to the prince, while bowing deeply. In loose white silk pants, sitting half-naked on the enormous bed, Kannax accepts it. Behind him, lies a female form covered with silk sheets, every nook and cranny of her curves clearly visible through them. He flexes his wings and changes his sitting position to a more upright posture before dismissing the messengers.

The prince, meanwhile, just pretends to be asleep. Gabriel knows something is going on. The loud silence of the room is strange. He checks the right side of the bed and sees Gianni in the act of buttoning his garments. “What are you doing?” Gabriel says as he approaches Gianni. “G-G-Gabriel,” Gianni quickly finishes, “two of my buttons got loose.” “Oh,” Gabriel has his doubts and sees the prince sleeping on his bed, “and what is the prince doing?” “He passed out,” Gianni explains, ‘he has mental fatigue from the match he had with the queen.”

And as I walk closer, the sight before me makes me freeze on the spot. My heart feels like it's being stabbed by a knife, and the world seems to stop. Prince is kissing with another girl. A girl I don't recognize. She's a black-haired girl wearing a glittering party dress, sitting on his lap, her hands on his shoulders. She leans closer to him, grazing her lips against his before starting to kiss him slowly. And Prince doesn't object. He doesn't make any attempt to reject her or to move from that place. I turn my head to Alex, who sits at the same table, the color draining from his face as he sees me coming over.

What mattered most to him was that she was still a virgin, and he had paid $500,000 for a one-night stand with her. The man, with a perfect body, walked out and entered his living room, where he looked out at the sea in the distance through the window. It was already afternoon, and his butler was waiting for him. "Prince Nicolas, we've identified your ‘another’ destined Luna," the butler announced, placing an iPad on the prince's table along with his brunch. Prince Nicolas, strikingly handsome and undeniably wealthy, a real billionaire, gazed at the image displayed. "Aurora, from the small town of Oakhaven. Are we certain there's no error?"

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

She asked and I waved gesturing to myself. "I did it again! I got to close let him in, got clingy." I scold myself and she nods watching me. "I thought about him for so long, that's why I like one-night stands because you can fuck put on your clothes and walk out feeling satisfied." I bluntly ramble and she chuckles. "What was different about him?" She asked and I thought about our time together before shaking my head.