One Night With A Prince Novels & Stories

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.

And now every nurse in the hospital was practically dripping at the sight of him. He was supposed to be her secret mistake. A ghost she could bury. Instead, he was the prince of the empire she served. “Doctor?” Bella’s voice pierced her fog. “Are you alright? You’ve gone pale.” But she couldn’t answer. Because his eyes had already found hers. Molten. Direct. A lazy, arrogant slide that caught her mid-breath and refused to let go. Her stomach dropped. Her body betrayed her, heat pooling low and sharp, thighs clenching. She forced herself to move, to look away, but the damage was done. His smirk had already curled, subtle, devastating, the kind that said I own you.

"I did. The Prince took it. You can ask him about it." I stood up to excuse myself. Ian got up to dance with one of the ladies who was sitting with the Princesses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed a hand on her bareback, touching her long wavy hair. I sat back down in my chair. I struggled to pay attention to the conversation with Noah and Mason. I hated how that bewitching woman was pushing herself closer to Ian. Too bad I wasn't allowed to dance with any of these men. "Nadia, what do you think you are doing?"

Henry commended. "You know me guys. I always have my ways around women. So right now, let's just to go the most expensive hotel right now and live our life to the fullest. I'm getting drunk tonight." Prince said, then all his friends got into his car and zoomed off to the hotel. That night Prince had a threesome. It was a fuck party.

As such, they were more inclined towards Princess Celia becoming their Mistress. Unfortunately, there had never been a Vampire Mistress in the history of the Riverside Pack. Night descended like a cloak of darkness. In the giant mansion of the Supreme Guard, the silhouette of a man crept to the window and watched the numerous lamps scattered beneath. "Vampire Lord, are you sure you want to do this? That woman...I don't think she wants to marry you." Elder Nivane ambled over to the man's side, his gaze similarly fixed on the structures below.

Aldridge was dried and the wound on his shoulder was luckily not deep. When they were done with him, they laid him on the bed and left the room just as Shawn was about to walk in. Shawn looked at Aldridge after the servants left with a frown then got dressed. He climbed into bed and looked up at the canopy as he wondered why he did what he did, but the strangest thing of tonight was that -- he enjoyed making love to the prince. Turning around in bed, Shawn looked in the direction the prince laid as he said to himself, ‘It was more pleasing than I expected.’

“I will not allow you to hurt my people, Lorelai.” “Your people, Aolis? These are MY people now.” Her once beautiful voice has become hard, almost snarling. She raises her left arm out from her side, her right arm, the one with the sword, she points directly at me. “My people.” Her voice rings out in the silent dawn. “Come out. Show the fallen Prince that you are now MY people.” I watch as the people of NightStar, cowering together, holding each other, begin walking out from between the houses.

One guard, with a hint of concern etched upon his face, dared to inquire, "Do you require an escort, your highness? The night can be treacherous, even for a prince." Prince Edon pondered the guard's words for a moment, his eyes scanning the darkened horizon. A flicker of determination ignited within him as he responded, "No, I shall embark upon this journey alone. Fear not, I will return swiftly." Mounting the steed presented to him, its powerful frame glistening beneath the moon's radiance, the prince felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. The rhythmic hoofbeats echoed through the silent night, a testament to his unwavering resolve.

That b*tch! “Still! You have no right,” I said stubbornly. “I don’t care about you, Astrid. You’re not a princess here, and you’re not the law here. So follow the rules,” she said coldly, staring at me. I couldn’t say anything because I couldn’t go back home either—we don’t have money. “You two will enter the dark room tonight. Get used to the darkness,” she said. “Please don’t put Astrid there, I’ll go instead,” Jen cried.

🎶I know you think that you know me But you ain't even seen my dark side It's reserved for you only So, baby, do it right, do me right We can go all the time We can move fast, then rewind When you put your body on mine And collide, collide It could be one of those nights Where we don't turn off the lights Wanna see your body on mine. And collide,collide🎶 ***PRINCE’s POV*** The guards took the bastard away, now what am I going to do with this cry baby? I lifted my hand to her hair to brush it down and console her but I put my hand back,I shouldn’t make this so obvious.