One Piece Desert Princess の小説・ストーリー

It bounced on the rocks and rolled down the hill. Hook looked to his side, "Are you all right?" Natasha opened her eyes slowly and looked at her surroundings. She had been clutching her seatbelt and ducked the entire time. She sighed deeply and nodded, "How about you? Hoon," She asked, her hand trembling violently.

"Can you take care of this lady? She ate some poisonous berries... they were red and small, and-" "Metaberry?" he asks suddenly. He looks like he knows what he's talking about. "Uh... yeah. Sure. Metaberry. "I'll take care of her, Chosen One." The guard reaches out an arm to support the woman. She doesn't protest, allowing him to support her weight. She looks like she can walk, albeit awkwardly. For now, she must not be in terrible pain.

That was most probably the Moon Stone pack, where she wanted to go to first… As she walked closer, they must have known she as on her way, because the same guy that she caught by the dam, was already on his way to come and meet her. “Moon Princess” He greeted her and bowed. She was still not used to all this bowing and showed him to stand up. “Hi there, I came, as I promised.” She gave him a genuine smile, and they walked back to his camp. Every pack member must have known who she was, as they all bowed as she passed them.

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

- What? I don't understand... - the king and queen don't know anything... Except my assistant who is the one who found you with the help of your last movie... - Oh I see... - From now on you are a princess... - A princess... She said with a dreamy look...

Not yet. Still, I glance down to see who’s asleep on my bare chest. Dark brown hair covers my pale skin, and I can just make out the edge of a sand-colored hand which could only belong to one person. The newly arrived princess of Sundrop Gem. Fuck.

My brows furrowed as I studied the painting again, it was of Johan and his wife who was already dead,the first princess had been betrothed and married to an Alpha a long time ago, the first son was dead from an illness years back, I had killed the twins and…who then was this Iridessa? I looked at her picture. So…delicate. She had long blonde hair which almost glimmered like silver and deep blue eyes, it says she is the last and youngest princess. While I looked on and wondered where she might be, I heard approaching footsteps and the voice of someone struggling. Turning slightly, I watched as my men walked in, holding the same girl I saw in the picture… Wow. She had the same hair and everyth

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

It was like they were planning something. “If you think you can seduce Alpha Xavier, think again,” one of them said with an obvious sneer in her voice. I raised an eyebrow and gave them a sharp look. “Excuse me?” My tone wasn’t aggressive, but it was clear enough; I wasn’t about to back down. “Isn’t it obvious?” the other one added, smirking. “You’re sitting alone because you know you don’t stand a chance. Stelle’s the princess. You? You’re just human.”

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.