Peincess Diaries Novels & Stories

Then I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Just see me as the CEO of Vega Company,” she advised as she sank back into the chair, spreading her legs just enough for me to see exactly how drenched her tiny bikini panties were. My eyes drifted downward and my stomach clenched hard. God, she was fucking soaked. The thin fabric was darkened and clinging between her swollen folds, outlining the shape of her pussy so clearly I could almost taste her. A fresh rush of heat pooled low in my stomach and my own cunt throbbed in answer.

*He caught her wrist before she could slip out the door, spun her back against the oak panel, and pressed his hard cock against her soaked pussy through her clothes. *“You think you can walk into my lecture smelling like sin and leave untouched?” His voice was gravel and smoke.* “Not today, sweetheart. I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck that tight little cunt until you scream.” My knees nearly buckled. My pussy clenched violently, fresh wetness soaking through my panties. Those were the exact words I’d read hours ago. Sir Dominic’s words. I scrolled up with shaking fingers. The file name: *Bound by the Bell Curve – Vol. 2 – Draft 4*. Desktop folder: SD Vol2 Drafts.

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

It was later that day I discovered that Damien was actually my neighbor. He lives directly opposite my house and I watched him all day through the window. It's the first time in a decade that I actually felt alive. I had a feeling and to me that's an achievement. My first day in mcade high, though marked as the beginning of my problem, isn't really is. I had mixed feelings and they remained mixed because Jude Kam was on a business trip and I was all alone at home. I escaped his defilement for that day and that pleased my soul, then the stunning but arrogant class president ends up becoming my neighbor. I was pleased that I'd be able to watch him, anytime I like (stupid, haha) and also scared

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he asked, with a smile playing at the corners of his lips, his hand extending forward while Paige stared at the screen of his phone. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized what she had written in her diary when she was ten. At the time she had seen a movie where a guy and a girl who were madly in love went fishing using a canoe, and they had so much fun doing it. She had been so touched that she wrote in her diary, "When I grow up, find my prince charming and we fall in love, we will go fishing in a canoe and have so much fun together." If her diary hadn't been in her pocket, the day she was kicked out by Anthony, Zach would never have had access to her diary. She didn't even know he

Ria gave him a wink. Ma’am Elise moved closer to her side quickly. "Is there something I need to know about the trip?" She said in a tight whisper. "What are you thinking?" Ria mumbled. "No..nothing." Ma’am Elise shrugged. "Wow!" Phoenix screamed when he brought out a Superman toy from the box. "That’s for you little man.” Ria’s eyes was scanning the whole area. "What about me?" Phoebe pouted. "I couldn't fine the type of diary you wanted in China. But don't worry we'll visit the mall this weekend to buy it.” Ria answered.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

"Actually, I was wondering when she was going to get to the part about your slippers. They’re hideous, Bella. They look like you killed two Muppets and strapped them to your feet." Isabella gasped, clutching her chest. "Now," I said, my voice dropping the humor and turning into pure ice. "Get out of the archives. If I catch you in here again, I won't just plant memes. I'll print out your middle school diary entries and feed them into the company’s global Slack channel. I believe the entry titled *'Why I Think My Hair Is My Only Personality Trait'* was particularly riveting." Seraphina’s face went white. "You wouldn't."

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?