Pillow Prince Novels & Stories

Dylan said it in surprise. She quickly turned to the person next to her. "Prince?" "Yes, he is a prince. The prince of Paradise Castle, Prince Franco," Dylan answered. She looked from head to toe at the prince next to her. "That's why I'm wondering about what he's wearing because it seems elegant and suitable for him, even if it's just ordinary clothes. He's a prince, and he's also the one telling General Agustin about the prince who wears ordinary clothes. The general was right. Those who see him will think and ask if he is a servant or not," she said in her mind.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Prince didn't want to remove from the embrace. He wanted more than just hugs as he slid his hands inside her skirt to shift her pants for a better entrance to her pussy. She didn't resist as she let him go ahead with his agenda. Few minutes later, he removed her pantyhose and placed her on his desk, spread her legs and licked her hairless pussy. She screamed because his teeth and tongue tingled her pussy. Prince was excited because he was having his dream come through. He slid his dick into her dripping pussy and started working on it.

As they moved further up towards the Upper Castle lisa knew it was phillip though she couldn’t say how. They watched as the riders went though and lisa noted the small boy who looked to be fast asleep tight in phillip’s arms and resting against his chest. “The Crown Prince.” Nela half whispered. “How old is he?” lisa asked, expecting him to have been at least a teenager. “Nine.” Nela replied. “Oh.” “Come on. Let’s get back to the room. Mira will no doubt be overjoyed that Ridley’s returned.” Nela stated.

CHASE The pillow wall was hilarious in theory. In practice, it was a joke. Seven pillows stacked like a soft barricade down the middle of the queen bed—neutral territory in a war nobody had officially declared. I lay on my side staring at the fabric mound, listening to Sloane breathe on the other side. Slow. Steady. Not asleep yet.

“It's a boy, your majesty.” “Yesss, it's a boy.” Candice squealed. “What do you want to name him?” Candice asked. “Rossi Junior.”

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

Then— The warmth inhaled sharply. Wait. Pillows don’t breathe. My eyes cracked open. The first thing I saw was fabric. Grey fabric. My brain was still foggy with sleep, but something wasn’t right. Why was my pillow rising and falling like it had lungs? Why did it feel… tense? Wait… why was there a hand hovering above my shoulder? I blinked. And then everything clicked at once. My body stiffened. Slowly, so slowly, I tilted my head back. And there, staring down at me with an expression of pure horror, was Creed.