Princes Agent Novels & Stories

And they all have a high level and they're all part of the royal section. Princess Nathalia: 93 Prince Harley: 96 Prince Pierce: 98 "Next is Prince Daemon Whitlock" The emcee said. That man went down the battlefield, he's acting so cold in front of everyone but the first time I saw him and met him he's so jolly. When he's already at the center before he started. He looked at me and suddenly he smiled and winked at me. Woah it's been a week since i saw his smile. He concentrated and I felt a strong aura. I think it's coming from him. I looked at him carefully.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Prince said, and he laid Jessica on the bed, and he started smooching licking munching on eating her pu***Sy, while Jessica was moaning and enjoying the licking, she had forgotten about the previous pains, though, had nice time till the next morning before they were drifted to sleep, When they woke up, Jessica asked, where are those your bags,” Jessica asked, “They are there,” Prince retorted, “do you want to check It,?“ he asked, “Yeah, let me see what are there,” Jessica said, Prince sits up from the bed, and he made his tomthe next hut, and he told the guards to bring all the weaving bags to his hut, and when all the weaving bags was brought to the Prince hut, Jessica was marvelled that t

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

Luke Wolfe. Real name - Preston Dragna. The agent that was actually approved and sent to this case by the agency. "I was actually expecting you, you know," He says, letting go of me and walks back towards a table with a few bottles and pours a drink. "Why?" He goes silent and takes a sip. "It's obvious I can't stop you....Jacobs couldn't, so how could I,hm?" He's admitting defeat? That I could seriously beat him?

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

She lies with her chest and cover her body with a sheet except for her back which is bare while the maid massages it "My princess, Prince Craig is here" another maid who just walk inside the room announces Sally pause with her hum and there was a silent for a while before she speaks up "Let him in" she orders "Yes my princess" the maid obeyed at once and bow her head before leaving and not less than a minute a tall, young handsome man walks in. He has a long black hair and the azul coloured eyes which makes him more handsome He dressed so classic with many costumes which shows that he is a prince with his long robe sweeping the floor. He smirks seeing the beautiful lady in front of him

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

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.

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 stories.