Pampered By All Novels & Stories

“You came.” Daya said surprisingly as I walked into the dining room. The table was so scanty that I could count how many there was. Two minus me and Daya. “Aren't there like sixteen people in the house?” “Most of the guards prefer to eat outside and most of the maids eat in their rooms. It's only me, little axel and Gloria.” I looked at the two little toddlers surprisingly. “Why? Are those kids yours?” Daya cheeks turned pink and she blinked shyly. “No way! I'm still a virgin waiting on my special someone.”

Speaking of this, Natalie smiled embarrassedly at him and said, "Senior Brother Quinton, I know I'm making things difficult for you. But just take it that I'm willful. Just pamper me again!" Pamper? It was rare to hear such words from her mouth. At that time, Arthur's mood was complicated beyond words. It turned out that in her eyes, he had always pampered her. Even he had never realized this. However, no matter whether it was in the past or now, even if he had completely changed his feelings for her, he had not changed his urge to 'pamper' her.

For the first time since his power awakened— Marcus looked frightened. Not of enemies. Not of battles. Of himself. Pamela immediately moved beside him. Taking his hand. The gesture softened the atmosphere instantly. She smiled. Bright. Warm. Proud. Honestly? Ridiculously proud. "I'm happy for you." Marcus blinked. "What?" Pamela squeezed his hand. "You spent years feeling less than." The words landed heavily. The room fell silent. Because she wasn't wrong. Marcus had always compared himself to Sol. The monarch.

"Pamper me." The tremendous and future Alpha had a weakness. One he could never resist. And that was the sad puppy look. I knew how to use it well, so it was still very efficient. He gently stroked my hair with that expression of resignation, knowing that I had won this battle. His mouth twisted. He seemed to be thinking of something. He was so handsome, and I was a mess. In my defense, no one looked good being sick. "If you eat something, whatever is healthy, I promise to pamper you the rest of the day."

"You're annoying and really crazy." I heard her but I chose to ignore her and she got the message because she went back to doing her job. I might not be a princess again but I had to enjoy the feeling of being spoiled sometimes, it just feels good and I don't think there's a feeling greater than being pampered by loved ones.

Thinking of this, Catherine whispered to Emily: "Don’t just pair people off like that. Not to mention that I’m pregnant right now, but the fact that I’ve just gone through a divorce makes me unworthy of your cousin, who’s still single. Don’t push him into a pit of fire." Emily immediately widened her eyes in protest: "What fire pit? Are you a fire pit? You’re beautiful, talented, and kind-hearted. Whoever marries you will be blessed by generations of their ancestors. And what does it matter if you’ve been divorced and have a child? You’re still a precious gem deserving of love and care."

They had left no detail untouched. Fresh flowers adorned every surface, and soft classical music wafted through discreet speakers, adding a gentle serenade to the ambiance. As I stood in the midst of this extravagant space, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and awe. This room was more than a bedroom; it was a testament to the privilege and abundance that now surrounded me.

Her manager had secretly shared Jane's schedule of the day with some anti-fans and Leslie sat ready to watch a good show. Pamela drove to the private residence of Jane and her husband, she had been permitted to enter by Damon. Pamela had prepared a dress for her to wear but as she drove and got closer, she realized she was already well dressed, and not only was she dressed in a white bareback dress, which covered her body loosely. She looked absolutely stunning. Damon walked over and kissed her on the lips. Pamela was happy she had a man who cared for her, he knew just how to treat her like the Queen she was.

I should be grateful for this moment. Servants start serving the champagne in the Champagne flutes in front of each seat. "You look good, babe," Penny, eying my dress. "You don't look bad yourself," I respond, complimenting her red evening dress. "It is all courtesy of the alpha. He has managed to get us all this attire and has been treating us like the closest of the family since we came here," she replies. Of course, he did. He is my omnipotent mate who never fails to please.

He always smirks when he watches me lose myself. He flips my dress up, exposing the delicate underwear I chose for today, and smiles. "Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect," he says slowly and confidently as his warm hands grasp the sides of my panties. He gently slides them down my legs while lowering his body to the floor, and I tip my head back. His words and actions are like a warm calming blanket. He knows everything my mind and body craves. My self-esteem issues don't exist around Modok. He makes me feel like I am good enough and I deserve love just by being me.