Pillow Proncess Novels & Stories

" Jordan tried to push her away–but he could not. His strength seemed to drain away. He stiffened, realization hitting him. "What did you do to me?" Valerie smiled faintly. "There's something on my clothes… just something to help you relax." She pushed him down onto the bed.

I was tired, sleepy and irritated. “We cannot wait any longer, the ceremony has to start.” King Conri said as he stood up. His eyes darted to Areli who nod her head. “Princess Zisealer, please come over.” King Conri mentioned. I had a feeling I would not like what was about to happen. “Her mate needs to be here, who will undress her?” Alpha Silver asked. “I will.” The king’s voice boomed as I reached him. I couldn’t help but cling to my clothes.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.

He wanted a partner equal to him so that no one would be brought down by caste, he also didn't need to think about people's views of him. "Prince." Prince regained consciousness, his eyes wildly following the direction of the voice that called him. Angel appeared in a plain white polo shirt set with a white skirt with a black striped motif, her long hair in a ponytail. "Beautiful. You are very beautiful," praised Prince who could not help but praise the beauty of Christopher's daughter who was the target of billionaires.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

You never know. It was a bright purple dress with long sleeves. It was tight by the chest area and it was wide from the hips to the knees. It was simple but magnificent. I put back the dress on the couch and walked to the bed. The bed had a soft blue quilt there were pillows over the whole bed. It looked like a bath of pillows. I stroked my hand over the soft pillow and onto the quilt. I simply couldn't handle it anymore. I jumped on the bed and laid my head on one of the white fluffy pillows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment as long as it would last.

“Easy there Agapi (Love). This room is only for you and you only, no one else. I promise you; no other woman has ever been here before.” Feeling the twinge fade, I eventually move towards a tiny path that went directly down towards the middle of the room only for it to split off into a much larger space within the middle. The floor dipping to give it the impression of steps. Four large throne-like chairs each sitting elegantly in gold carvings, as all black leather coverings made my core tingle, my eyes slowly spotting a large satin pillow within the center of the floor. The pillow a rich purple as it sat beneath another large crystal chandelier as if to act like a spotlight for the room, an

I thought about it the whole night. Upon thinking, I realized that I really like her. Really. Even without enough sleep, I quickly woke up and fixed myself. It's another day and I can't wait to see her again. I dressed up like how I dressed up for her, I don't like her to know that I'm a Prince, she might get uncomfortable. After fixing myself, I got down on the kitchen and fetched some bread and a jar of milk plus I told Miss Sarah to prepare some waffles with maple syrup. She said yes right away without second thought.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

Coming to terms with the fact that this is me has been harder than I anticipated. "Apologies Princess, the needle is awfully sharp," the seamstress murmurs, securing the fabric in place with her safety pin. I stare at the dress she is working on. The fabric, on the outside, is light and flowy, but the structure of the dress is suffocating as it pulls at my rubs and presses into my lungs. "Stop flinching, dear, and the seamstress won't poke you," Crimson exclaims, brushing my hair back over my shoulder so she can admire the sweeping neckline.