Princess And Bodyguard Romance Books Novels & Stories

She wrapped her hands and legs around me while I gripped her waist in a tight hold. Why did I want Rosaline Guerra when I could have had anyone? Ladies swarmed around me in flocks, hoping to catch my attention, and yet I had chosen Rose, despite considering the risks of having her. It was not because she was a seductress with perfect features, but because she oozed a type of power similar to mine. Because she was a queen, only fit for a king and nothing less. I doubted Terenzio would ever understand that.

I cannot disclose to them that Anthoine’s was one of the major factors why I think that way, it will ruin our plans. “I am so sorry,” I stared at the man from the rear-view mirror, “I should have not done that.” “It’s okay, Princess Cassandra,” he said in a baritone voice that made me swallow hard. Why did it sound so handsome to my ears? Swear, that is so male lead coded… Ralph gently laughed, “I am so sorry for not introducing the newest addition to our team. This is the youngest Royal Bodyguard, Ma’am. This is Primo.”

"Let her keep her precious virtue. I'll have her kingdom instead." The woman moaned, arching beneath him. "You're terrible." "I'm practical." He was moving faster now, chasing his release. "She's nothing but a means to a crown. A stupid, naive—fuck—means to a crown." Adrienne's hand found the doorframe, gripping it hard enough to hurt. Two years. Two years of stolen kisses and whispered promises. Of believing someone saw past the princess to the woman beneath. Thinking she'd found something real in a world built on lies and duty.

She doesn't look at your physical appearance because she said that what matters is your value. But, the princess. I know she's just resisting the pain, accepting the fact that she can't live her life the way she wanted. We know that she's lonely and exhausted. I attempted to knock off her room when I notice that it is open. I took a glimpse into her room and I saw her in her balcony. I knocked while going inside. She turned around. " Pardon me, princess, if I disturbed you. " " It's okay, you didn't disturb me at all. I'm just appreciating the beauty of your kingdom. "

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

clinging to the only thing I could get with my elbows The man's head, soft dark hair tickles my face as a sudden wave of shame and heat runs through my body. I have a tight corset that makes my boobs bulge, so the sensation from whoever my kidnapper's nose is completely invasive, I yell, trying to break free of his grasp again, the man curses, and an additional male laugh gets called out my attention, but before I can get my hair out of my face, a second pair of hands grabs my waist, lifting me high enough to allow me to get out of that trap, but a strange warm sensation immediately rises up in me, I've never had I felt something similar, Patrick had never been distracted for more than a cou

I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t look at her, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and moving my head to the music. When she’s around, it’s as if the storm inside of me becomes a tranquil sea and somehow the world doesn’t feel so bleak. But she’ll be gone soon, and it’s better, with the Crawlers, the Guardsmen… and these Chupacabras, if that is what they are, she’s not safe here. “Tell me, Princesa, do you like history?” “I do, and if you’re asking if I like to see historical places, I do,” she says sitting forward, I glance over at her, appreciating the fact that with my shades on I can admire her as much as I want.

TEMPTING REBEL PRINCESS PART ONE “I want you to hurt me.” 1 Zara I did not want to be a Princess. The constant thought rang thorough me, sighing at the cluster of men who kept glancing at me. I looked at Safiya, my maid, who was busy rating princes and Royals on their looks while my two personal guards stood two steps behind me. They followed me everywhere I went, except my room. They were ordered by my brothers, Zain and Khalid, the Sultan and Prince of Azmia, for my protection.

“Is the princess without a date as well?” “If so, then can I have the honour of dancing with you?” “No, there was some guy with her when the prince asked her for the dance, right?” “Was he your date, princess?” “Who was he?” “Her bodyguard. I have seen them together several times.” They broke into laughter. “A bodyguard? Hahaha.” “I should have asked her on a date.” “Isn’t he that rogue from outside our pack?” “Why did the princess choose a lowborn as her date?”

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.