Pillow Prince Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Why is she crouching over their covering her face? Is she in pain or something?" "Or something!" I muttered still feeling myself blush as I heard them scuffling around in the room with torn clothes looking like Abercrombie Models. Just then I noticed a presence in front of me and saw PRINCE - not PWINCE - standing there. Torn pants that now look like girly shorts and ripped T-shirt like a lion tore into it or something. Also, his hair was a complete mess. "What are you doing?" He asks. If that wasn't enough, the rest of the gang came up beside him looking like Tarzan. Nate doesn't even have a shirt on.

I have to get out from under him before he crushes me for real… ***Later that night *** After the prince lost his consciousness, I somehow managed to wriggle my body out from under him. I never imagined that he would be so big and heavy. After that, I spent some time flipping the prince onto his back and adjusting his legs and arms into what I hoped was a reasonably comfortable position to sleep in. He was breathing regularly and deeply like he was in a peaceful sleep. The relaxed look on his face as he slept made him look much younger and very innocent. His blond eyelashes that framed his eyes were long and I couldn’t stop staring at his face.

it certainly wouldn't hurt her feelings. The prince grinned, the slightest predatory gleam appearing in his eyes. She had stood up, raising the stakes. He rolled away from her, up onto his feet, then used the slight spinning motion to sling the pillow at her surprisingly fast. He had to remember to show a little restraint; they might have been swinging pillows at each other, but he was plenty powerful enough to hurt her, not with the pillow itself, but by knocking her into something else. He grabbed a pillow in each hand and licked his lips, looking a little like a cat playing with its food as he advanced toward her.

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

“Thank the gods you’re here. I have been searching the world for you.” The Prince panted haggardly like a swimmer who hadn’t seen the shoreline until now. Nothing about his posture was welcoming, the crease lining his young face, mirrored the worries that were obviously building inside of him. For the wealthiest and the most adorable young man in the entire kingdom, he was rather dressed like a commoner, with the girdle of his sword rounding the small pelt on his waist, and exposing strong muscular laps, almost like that of a yam tuber. The three birthmarks on both sides of his chest, were almost fading, a contrast to the identical ones on his left upper arm. His hair had grown long or maybe

Well, indeed he was a fairy prince. That day, he wore a battle suit made of dragon scales and magic stones from a dragon's lair. His slender fingers occasionally held the hilt of the long thin sword pinned to his waist. His silver-purple hair, straight and shoulder-length, had been tied into a ponytail. His slender and tall body looked agile, moving lightly in the air. Even under the overcast sky, his figure looked so graceful and dazzling. Flower petals and leaves accompany each step as a form of protection, as well as Keefe's secret weapon.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

“I meant it! I expected more velvet and plush cushions. This is all upscale hipster.” The Prince's mouth curled up at the corners. “Wow, you thought I'd surround myself with velvet and cushions? What am I? Sixty?” He dryly remarked. “No, but you are Royal Prince. In all honesty—“ She cut herself off, plopping on of the outdoor chairs. “I thought you would have all velvety and expensive crystal. Children fear to enter your room because you are scary.” “Very funny.” Tristan put a plate in front of her and sat down himself. She eyed him as he pulled the chair closer, how his lashes fluttered along, sunlight turning their tips golden, and his cheekbones were prominent. For a brief time, she let

His face makes me sick. I scrolled through I*******m, looking for new followers. I noticed a familiar username that followed me and hearted my posts. Wait. Rile Win as in Prince Rile of the Win I can't say he's fake because the username has a blue sticker as proof that he's verified by I*******m and not fake. He followed me for real! Wow! I never knew Prince Rile personally. Although we have a mutual friend, I have never laid hands on him. He's a man of coolness as I've heard. He served the British military when he was eighteen, the youngest pilot from posh MileCollege.

I can feel his smile against me as he responds, “But this pillow I have is so comfortable.” Letting out a laugh, I tell him, “I’m not your pillow.” Taran lightly touches my back by twitching his fingers, “This is a body pillow, is it not?” Again, I hear the playfulness in his voice. Giggling, I say, “No, I’m not.” “Hmm, I’m not convinced. I’m using your body as I would a pillow. It makes perfect sense to me.” I begin running my fingers back through his hair. Then, rolling my eyes, I say, “Yes, Prince of Fire.”