Pretty Woman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She said that took me by surprise, and before I could ask her, she was already laughing at me. "She's been looking at him since we arrived at Ms. White's office earlier." She said to me that actually shocked me. I guess it really is not easy dating a perfect man like Gavin. Oh! My head is starting to hurt already.

Wilma gives me a knowing smile as Jane finally enters the room. My Princess is dressed in a light yellow dress, and my mouth drops open. She is pure perfection. Giggles interrupt my ogling, and I shut my mouth. "We match Lance," Jane giggles, and I look down at my shirt. Sure enough, I match my lady completely.

****** The Celebration Commences Amelia surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the bride. Catherine was at the heart of the crowd, radiant in a cream-hued evening gown that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair was styled flawlessly, a delicate tiara perched atop her head. She radiated elegance and allure, effortlessly captivating everyone in her vicinity. However, when their eyes met, Catherine’s composed demeanor faltered slightly. For a fleeting moment, a hint of irritation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a saccharine grin.

He was amazed at what he saw. A woman in a white mini skirt, pink sleeveless top with collar, with three buttons removed on the front. The end of her dress was knotted, exposing her white belly and navel. The woman's complexion was like porcelain and her pink cheeks matched her beautiful face and pink top. There was a little sweat on the woman's face dripping onto her chest, so her scent came out even more like a mixture of milk and flowers. Her intense scent almost covered a row of shops. She looked like a naked angel covered in pink roses when she descended from heaven. She is Catrina Saint. "Wow... She's so sexy and beautiful." Jin thought. Catrina chuckled releasing her dimple and said,

I relaxed back on the chair, letting myself have a moment of relief. “Have you seen the American?” A woman's voice caught my attention. I followed it and found two elegantly dressed women older than me within earshot. “The Princess?” the second woman asked. She wore a scarlet red dress while her friend wore light purple. “She looks lovely.” “Not her,” the Violet woman replied. “The other one.” “The other American?” Scarlett asked. She tilted her head slightly. “Oh, the one in pink that is supposedly dating Prince Frederick.”

“You haven’t picked your favourite.” “You two are insufera...” I stop talking, our attention suddenly grabbed by something else, and we all look towards the door where Pretty is limping and whimpering as she walks in. As expected, everyone rushes to help her. Within a minute, she is swarmed by werewolves who are making a fuss. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” One of the she-wolves asks. “Luna, are you okay?” Another asks. “Princess Esther was trying to kill me, and then she left me out there!” Pretty points at me.

Justin didn’t know if he is wrong or here every one is used to getting hit, there was no scar on any of men’s body. “Hey everybody, we have a guest here” and cold but sexy voice sounded and Justin instantly turns there, she is a woman and middle age woman but she maintains herself properly, with a thin and perfect body any young model can feel shame in front of her, her skin is creamy white with black hair little curly, long legs out of her skirt, although she is mature but she dressed herself as a young girl in college.

Her breathe cut in when she knew it was us. "Tsk tsk tsk, someone's been a bad girl." We walk in casually looking at her with a knowing grin while whistling in contempt. I leaned ahead arms crossed while facing her fidgeting form as Damian leaned back hands in his pocket behind admiring her from his position. My beautiful Princess in a white pencil skirt, lilac petal blouse, slender legs in a strap form heel, hair wavy and flowing in their crazy curls, luscious lip. Perfect definition of beauty combined as it highlights her skin tone.

In the storage basket sat the cheap shampoo and soap I had bought. It was Wren. At this very moment, in the small place we rented, she was showering while video calling the man she was keeping. The sound of running water never stopped. I closed my eyes, trying to tell myself not to panic, to stay calm and think it through. However, the truth was right there. There was nothing to analyze. Reopening my eyes, I saw the streamer, Matt, reply to a top comment. [You’re just a kept pretty boy showing off. She has a boyfriend. No matter what you say, you’re the third party.]

After Mira finished speaking, she turned and walked away in her high heels. Zach chuckled and dismissed her words with a scoff. He found the idea of unrequited love laughable. After she left, a young woman in a plaid mini-skirt stepped out of the bar. Her long, fair legs were exposed, and her curly hair cascaded down her shoulders. With flawless makeup, she looked like a living doll. "Mr. Graham…" She leaned in and was confident he wouldn't turn her down.