Pillow Prince Novels & Stories

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Then he continued to pull her collar from behind, pull it back and clip it to his armpit. His face cocked in defiance of the prince before him. Lily guessed that he wasn't average either, certainly no lower in status than Elias. "Prince, what do you want?" "This question should be asked by the prince. " Lily rolled her eyes at him, not expecting this cold face to be a prince. So? isn't Elias to save her. Lily bit his arm hard. He immediately let go of his hand. "I didn't expect you to have such sharp teeth. You shouldn't be named Lily, but rather a dog's name. "

RHETT “This is sacrilegious” Cole says taking a sip from his gin and tonic. “Tell that to him” I say pointing my half drunken beer towards an almost shirtless Tj. He’s sandwiched between two guys on the dance floor, all the buttons to his shirt are undone. The guy on his front is straddling his thigh, rolling his hips against him, with the other on his back rolling his as well, all following the beat of the drums.

he said "last night you seen every inch of my body now feeling shy to see my shirtless body or you want see me totally" I hitted him without allowing him to continue it how can he talk shamelessly I accept iam his wife but also really my prince is a weird guy he lifted me in bridal style I asked "prince what you are doing" he said "I will help you in taking bath" my cheeks are turning into red he filled bath tub with hot water and gently placed me in it

Until we reached the last person — a quiet prince leaning against the drinks table, nursing a glass of amber liquid. He was tall, with sun-kissed skin and a striking presence. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and as we came closer, I noticed something that stopped my breath — a birthmark. Under his left collarbone. Small, crescent-shaped, slightly darker than his skin. Exactly like mine. I blinked, stunned. He noticed my stare and smiled politely, extending his hand. “Prince wilson of blacktail.” I shook it, trying to keep my hands from trembling. “Emily,” I managed to say.

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

No one would even suspect it's me. What can a prince in a wheelchair do, he is useless, he is retard and he is cruel, those were the things said by others, and they could only say these things because of how I am able to cover my identity. I also created a fake name for myself, Damon, the name I would be using to introduce myself. With Bryce, people will quickly suspect that I am the crown prince but with Damon, it would be something fresh to them. I know I would need as much help as I can get, by doing so I would need people that hate the throne to be by my side.

Princess Victoria Point of View I did not sleep last night. Not after reading that letter. It rests on my bedside table, folded neatly but heavy with the weight of everything it revealed. I have read it more times than I can count, hoping that the words would somehow rearrange themselves into a misunderstanding, a prank, anything other than the truth. Prince George is a vampire. Not a rumor. Not a threat hiding in the woods. A reality I am now entangled in. The man I am set to marry is the son of a Queen who died to birth a cursed legacy.