Pillow Proncess Novels & Stories

Nina said dreamily, I fought back an eye roll as I looked at the black dress that I was wearing and the purple one that was in my hand, they both fit me perfectly, hugging my body a little too much for my liking, but they were exactly my size, though the sleeves were long, covering the birthmark which I tried my best to hide, finding it looking odd as anyone who saw what looked like the four elements of life thought that I was some sorcerer, I tried my best to avoid it being seen. “There is a lot more to a guy Nina, he has to be a gentleman, kind, goodhearted, honest, loving, trustworthy, and loyal, what good would his looks or money be if he was an ass?” I asked as she turned to face me whe

I wanted to be alone but somehow got sucked into a conversation vortex. "Boundaries between you and the Prince. Prince Stephen dotes on his mistress, but she doesn't love him back. She is just a cold and sassy bitch who knows how to manipulate him. He holds sex parties, goes to the Ring for a different woman from time to time, and she has no objections. At the same time, she has made sure he doesn't leave her." I would have left Stephen's promiscuous ass a long time ago if I were her. Even the thought of Ian sleeping with Bella burns a hole in my heart. Charlotte was probably in it for the money, which is what my folks would advocate.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

"I love you, Ron. Only you. And I’ll make sure you feel it—over and over—until every last doubt is gone." ******** The dim glow of light pearls casted a warm light over the grand chamber. Nestled beneath layers of fine, embroidered sheets, Prince Ron lay in deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. His fiery red curls sprawled across the deep purple velvet pillows, a striking contrast against the rich fabric. His delicate features were softened by sleep, his long, auburn lashes resting against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, a faint flush still lingering on his skin.

If it was a rose, it would bloom sooner or later. Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and a wicked idea came to his mind. “Vines, you’re interested in her, aren’t you? Her name is Priscilla. She is the head of the Public Relations department of Anderson International, not an actress. If you can persuade her to take the role in this drama, I will kneel in front of you! But if you can’t do that, you must listen to me. I will determine who would be the heroine. How about that? Bet or not?” Paulo was provoking him, and Vines couldn’t bear it.

Third person pov The smell of burnt sugar hairspray and expensive foundation was thick enough to choke the strongest of men. Priscilla’s bedroom, usually a model of minimalist luxury, had been transformed into a mini makeover studio for prom. Different dresses in shades of champagne, emerald, and midnight blue hung from the crown molding like silk banners. “If you touch that curling iron to my forehead one more time, Anna, I’m going to the dance with a third-degree burn,” Sarah joked from where she was perched dangerously on the edge of a vanity stool, squinting through a cloud of shimmer spray.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

She had it decorated in a water theme with she-shells and sea-horses on the shower curtain. “Here is the master bedroom with on-suit and this is the stairs.” There was a door next to the bathroom. When penny opened it, it revealed a massive bedroom. There was a four-poster bed with white lace hanging down. The bed was made with a white down comforter. There was probably a dozen pillows of different shapes and sizes but the one that caught my eye was the one that said, ‘The Jeffrey’s’. It was front and center and was all hand stitched.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

he says, turning back towards the exit. "What if someone comes here?" she asks. "This is Prince's room...No one comes here except the prince and girls" "Girls?" she purses her lips out. "What? he's a Prince," he says, lowering his head to the sides. She nods, scratching her head. James walks out and shuts the gate. "GIRLS COME HERE," she yells in her mind, jerking both hands. She walks towards the bed with maroon-colored bed sheets. Four bloated white square pillows are on the head end. The brown headboard slat has a beautiful engraving of two swans.