Pillow Prince Novels & Stories

the slightly taller man was elbowed in his stomach by the man beside him who reached out to greet Mikhail. "Nice to meet you. We'll be accompanying Prince William and the young hero. No need to act so stiffly. Address us freely. Call me A and him B." "Huh? But why? I have a na--" the taller man was elbowed again as he leaned forward, holding onto his stomach as he groaned in pain. "I-is he okay...?" Mikhail glanced at B as A shook his head and glanced at Moonshine. "Prince William went to get something and left you his horse?" A asked as he studied the stallion's sturdy body and beautiful coat.

"I'm happy you're the man I get to spend my whole life with," I whisper, "I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else." "That’s good, because you can't have anyone else. No other homeless man," he mutters, making me frown. "I mean, I know that's your type." "Shut up," I growl and punch his arm. "You're not homeless, Mr. Alpha Prince. This place is huge." "Hey, I didn't lie about that. I told you my family was rich," he defends himself, "But I really didn't have a home in Dharma, so technically I was homeless."

Just wanting her to be happy. “You still don’t understand.” Savvy says, white as a sheet as she stares off into space. “Elijah is a Prince of Werewolves and Witch Kingdoms. The one who will be taking the seat of power from his father, the next King of Werewolves, is turning eighteen. All of the Elders will be here for the ball tonight.”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

She lies with her chest and cover her body with a sheet except for her back which is bare while the maid massages it "My princess, Prince Craig is here" another maid who just walk inside the room announces Sally pause with her hum and there was a silent for a while before she speaks up "Let him in" she orders "Yes my princess" the maid obeyed at once and bow her head before leaving and not less than a minute a tall, young handsome man walks in. He has a long black hair and the azul coloured eyes which makes him more handsome He dressed so classic with many costumes which shows that he is a prince with his long robe sweeping the floor. He smirks seeing the beautiful lady in front of him

Not long after, he calls out from inside the bedroom, "You coming out, princess? Or you plan to sleep in there?" She rolls her eyes and walks out of the bathroom, only to find the Prince sitting on the bed in nothing but grey sweatpants. His hair is still a little wet and messy, giving him a sexy look. His blue eyes grow darker as he focuses on her, who is dressed in a shirt that only covers her upper body and butt cheeks and wearing a gym short of his. Her long, beautiful legs were on full display for him. His breathing becomes laboured, and a low growl escapes his lips.

Hearing that, someone said in an instant, “Hmph, what's so great about the Beelzebub prince? I’m the prince of the black turtle royal family.” “25 million, it’s mine.” However, a voice was heard at this time. “This is Roy Shell. Please do me this favor. 30 million.” Hearing this voice, many people fell silent. Although they were all princes, Roy Shell was a mayor of a big city, so the resources he could deploy were not something they could compete with. At this time, an indifferent voice was heard. “31 million.” It was none other than Philip. He was not interested at first, but he did not expect to see Roy, so he wanted to do something.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

Light poured out the curtains, and the bed looked like a double king sized one with drapes all around it. "It's beautiful," Nine breathed out as she looked around. Yet, the voice that spoke wasn't the soft one or the maid that had brought her there. "It is, isn't it?" She turned swiftly to the door now. At it's hinges, stood the Crown Prince with a kind smile on his face. "I called your name for a few seconds to announce your presence but you didn't reply. Sorry if I startled you," Nine stared for a whole minute before quickly bowing. "Your Highness,"