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She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!

wiping his cheeks with the back of his palm he lifts his body and sits straight "You have to prepare for the last test." "I can stay, I've prepared everything," "Feng Lei," taking a deep breath in he faces him "Go back," he blurts his voice sounding steady and stern. "I....," "I'm fine," he cuts him off "I don't have the energy to argue," plastering a fake smile on his face, he tries to show that he alright but completely broken inside, he doesn't want to ruin Feng Lei’s future as all the prince of every Kingdom's dream is to bring power to their kingdom and become the leader.

I ask out of nowhere. The room stops. “I’m not biting you,” Zach says. “Dad could do it,” I say. “As King, I forbid it.” Zach has become more and more protective lately. “He is right, Princess, it would not be good to change you,” Elder Issac smiles. “You are perfect the way you are.” “I agree,” Tony kissed my temple. And then kisses my mark. Zach snarls and growls. “That’s my sister!” Tony smirks, “She’s my mate!”

Gad replied. "Azazel!" Iris called his name as she approached them. "Hey Iris." Theodore greeted her. "Hey Iris" Gad said as well. "How are you doing Azazel? You look very beautiful." Iris gushed over him. "See, I told you that you looked good." Gad told him. "I just think it's a bit much. I am not used to all of this." "Azazel you are the crown prince, you need to look good." Iris told him.

MY HOUSEMASTER "That black magician of a boy, Kunle, always swims with magic," Bright ranted, his voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. "He only wins because he cheats! There’s this leaf he always chews before a competition—it makes him faster than any normal swimmer. Hahaha! But today, he met his match. He thought he was racing against an ordinary swimmer, but he was up against a true Aqua-being! What an honor it is to be in the same class as you, my prince."

They were nose to nose. “What’s going on?” Ethan says walking up to them. I hadn’t noticed that the music stopped and everyone was staring at the scene. “He put his hands on what belongs to me,” “She doesn’t belong to anyone,” Zero tells him. Archer tilts his head and chuckles at Zero. “She does belong me I brought her,” I gaped. That’s all he’s ever going to see me as an item he purchased. “Don’t ever disrespect the Prince. Leave now,” Ethan tells Zero.

His claws extended clamping around her throat, lifting her off the ground, his tails snapping like whips behind him. Lyra looked directly into his violet eyes. She didn't struggle. She simply reached out, her fingers—pale—rested against the bronze skin of his arm, and touched him. "It's okay," she whispered softly. "The noise is gone now." The Prince froze. The violet flames in his eyes flickered. He leaned closer, lowering his face to the side of her neck. His nose brushed her pulse as he inhaled slowly, then deeply. His fox ears twitched as he tried to understand the scent before him. There was no sweet manipulation. No fear. No prey.

As I slipped it on, I envy men—their lives don’t require hours transforming themselves into presentable humans. Hours later, walking up the hotel stairs in these glass shoes feels like torture. My arches were screaming. One wrong step and I’m gone. I catch a glint on Icen’s handsome face as he watches me carefully. Does he like what he sees? “You look…” He struggles, his tongue grazing his lower lip again. “Like a normal person?” I supplied. “Mine.” The word was barely a breath, a rough sound. His tongue grazes his lower lip again, and this time the hunger in his ocean-blue eyes was impossible to ignore. It was primal, and it darkened the blue like a storm approaching.

HYATT is this chatty and in anger and frustration that this woman still hesitate to help his master just aggravates him. What was it about this female that affect him so much? Why did he have a nearly undeniable urge to fight her constantly? Was this the attraction the two prince have? How unfortunate. "Oh yeah? News flash, pal. Armand and Vadim is also from House of Raavan. Heck, if it's TRUE that they are Marco's son, then that would mean they are full blooded Karza citizens so that would means you still have more of your coven left! You are not alone! All I'm saying is that, we have a whole bunch of zombie army to go through and diplomatic war between your master and my mates General and

It was my turn to stare at him, my lips slightly parted in awe, earning another hard glare from Aziel. "Good morning to you, and please call me Zarek. I hate the formalities." "I shall respect that, Prince Zarek. Pleasure to finally meet you under normal circumstances." "Pleasure is mine." "Are you done with the perfect display?" Aziel demanded. "I'm just getting started," Luciano said and closed the distance to stand right beside me. "Don't mind him. When you become king, have someone take care of him for you," he whispered clearly enough for Aziel to hear, and I understood what he meant.