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And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

However, he cracked a friendly smile and said to Alice, “My dear Alice, could you tell me who this Rheasian is?” Alice said, “He’s Zayn Larson and he’s from Rheasia. He’s a friend of mine.” Prince William acknowledged this briefly and then cast his gaze upon Zayn. He discovered that Zayn was dressed in plain clothes and seemed entirely too common. All in all, Zayn was the embodiment of mediocrity, and men like him could be found anywhere. Moreover, Prince William did not have a favorable impression of Rheasia. A look of contempt flashed past his eyes for a moment while he cracked a smile. “Rheasian? Alice, since when have you be

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stor

prince:- you are here, you won't let me die that what I feel if I find hope or another reason to keep going it worth living, I feel like old again, but I am disappointed. blue soul:- what are you meaning, you are disappointed master, did my answer show how curiosity or are you against my point of view. prince:- first tell me what is your gender, your voice is sounded like a male. he got confused he stands up. blue soul:- master I don't have gender because I can transform into everything, except human. prince:- I want to hug my beautiful prince, not by male, I don't

Prince Deacon informed him, looking around to make sure no one heard Prince Adio Akin, an Egyptian prince. “I am Prince in both worlds,” Prince Adio, with his mysterious yellow-brown eyes that appeared too light for his rich brown complexion, said. “Let me introduce you to Princess Freda,” Prince Deacon turned to where he thought Princess Freda was standing, but she was not there. “It appears you have lost your woman,”

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“Class 1.” Without saying anything, the prince walked in an easy grace as if strolling in a parkland. He yawned as if every reaction on their faces were nothing but a boring sight to him. “Y-You did great.” She racked her brain with more compliments to say. “And—” “I know,” Alex replied, shrugging her off as if she was dumb enough to point out the obvious. “Princess Ariannah Yasmina Leighton.”

She could not have hidden the annoyance in her tone if she liked. "Chill, princess. This is a serious matter," he explained, although his voice was laced with mirth. "Okay, what's this about?" She asked offhandedly, eyeing the bowl of ice-cream she had been about to dig into. "Does the name Thompson King perhaps ring a bell?"

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.

"Nice meeting you Mister Langston, your name sounds familiar." His smile is lopsided when he stand up to extend his hand towards me for a handshake. "Likewise Mr. Richardson, you must have heard my family name from the wolves of the West. I am Prince Vincent, son of the Alpha King if you knew him then you should consider yourself known to me." His hand stop in mid air, I know now that after hearing my complete name something inside him stirred and the two men sitting at the nearby table harshly drag their seats backwards and stormed in front of us. Before he could pull his hand back away I managed to take it firmly.