Possessive Of Princess Novels & Stories

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

She knew she was far below his standard but it didn't mean he had the right to derogate her over and over again. “Every breath you take belongs to me, princess. Your mind, your soul and…” he paused, twisting the dagger of apprehension deeper into her stomach. An edge of dominance laced his voice, his tone thick with sheer possessiveness as he continued, “and your body. I own it all.” She felt her breath stutter. His claim of ownership on her wrapped around her like a constricting snake. Perhaps, he had the right. Money buys you everything- from status, dreams to the right to insult others.

I pull them down, and she immediately covers herself in shyness. "Don't hide. It's beautiful." I compliment her, parting her legs and leaning down. I gently kiss her again and move to her neck. I feel my lips twitch to a smirk when I see the mark I had left on her neck months ago still lying there, perfectly and proudly saying that the Princess belongs to me, and I still can't believe it. How can someone like the Princess be mine?

Even when she was in her ruffled uniform, untidy hair, and worn-out school bag, she still looked like a Princess but now she looked just like a Goddess. The clothes she has on just heightens her beauty and bring out the exquisite look she has always had inside her, she doesn’t know how very lucky and on top of the world I feel to have her in my arms. I want to show her off and claim ownership of her in front of everyone present, to bask in their envy and jealous gossip but I know that she is not mine yet, there are a lot of things I want to be certain of before I can be possessive of her the way I want. And we came here just for that but just as I had suspected, there are a lot more playthin

“I don’t care what you think, but I’m a possessive wolf. If you so much as let another wolf touch you, I promise, I would rip him apart and feed him to the rogues. You are mine, you get that?” Despite my heat jumbled up brain, I still managed to think coherently. “It doesn’t work that way, Prince.” I mustered a small, daring smile. “You don’t get to walk in after avoiding me for weeks and claim ownership of me. I belong to no one.”

He replies. The other three did the same, and true to their claim, their marks were glowing. I let out a crazed laugh. "No, I'm not!" "Let's see your mark then." Mosley Froskarn, the quiet one, urges me calmly. I search the archives in my brain for a response to his request. But luckily, my warrior princess steps in with an intervention. "She... She does not have one," she whispers as if her next words ought to be top-secret. "She's a Prose."

Hayden did not stop them this time. “Yes,” said the Prince. “This is your future Luna,” he said proudly. “I trust you will fight even harder to ensure that we secure all three Fire Weapons and rid the land of its affliction so that my Luna, Corinna, can return to her new home at the palace soon.”

The grand hall of the castle was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting intricate shadows on the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and flickering candles, creating an atmosphere of enchantment and elegance. The entire vampire kingdom was adorned with lavish decorations and intricate designs, signaling the grandeur of the occasion. Star and Julius, along with Chloe, had spared no expense in organizing the celebration to honor Christian and Mary's ascension to the throne.

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."