Romans & histoires Princess Aurora

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

Chapter 8: The Nectar Of The Gods? Aurora Beauchamp Aurora is freaking livid, after her swim in the lake last night and her encounter with Darius the man she met at the brothel. He's the Prince of Nevera, as much as she would hate to admit it, it came out as a shocking reveal and suddenly everything made sense.

she pretty much screamed making me deaf in one ear while pulling me into a bone breaking hug. Standing in my closet looking at us in the mirror with Lily straightening out her light pink dress completed with her tan skin, hugging her curves perfectly. With her platinum blonde hair with slight curls in it. Being the future Luna of Opal moon she has to look gorgeous because her father still thinks she needs to find her mate.

My life is fucking good and I'm not ready to leave it. I am Princess Aurora. Heir to the two most powerful clans. Wolf pack and Vampire City. I'm twenty-seven, with brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes. I always wished to have like my Dad's hair which prompted me to always dying the darned thing. My father is King Zeidan of Vampire City. My mother is the Alpha of South Park. I own the school and I can do whatever I want. I turned around the block but I got hit by someone who spilled a drink on my top.

Chapter 35 Aurora's POV "The winner is…." The coordinator paused then slanted a look at all of us, holding a smile whereas my innards burned with nervousness and anxiety. "The winner of this year's competition is… Aurora Mancini," He screamed and I fell to the ground, my eyes reeling in shock. My heart couldn't contain what he just announced, then I glanced at Matteo who was smiling with his teeth visible. He looked so excited and was heading my way.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr

He screamed on top of his voice. "Leave us," I said seriously as everyone looked at me. The Beta quickly walked out with Sherry. "Please." I said between greeted teeth. "Fine." Felix answered then grabbed Chase's hand. "You all have heard." She said while she walked out. Lee grabbed Jeanie's hand as well and rushed out, shutting the door behind them. "Hi Ian, as I said before, "I am called Aurora. I am the Alpha Queen born from the royal castle of the moon-star pack and next heiress to the throne." I said as he pressed his hands on his head then dropped them.

About how I hadn’t because of an old oath I’d made to Cassandra. And my patience was wearing thin. I set my glass down with a little too much force, letting the sound crack through the room like a warning. "She’s the daughter of the Moonstone Alpha. She’s their rightful Princess. And she’s not going anywhere." Silence settled, thick and tense. Caroline’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue. I could feel Cassandra bristling beside her, words she wanted to say burning on her tongue. I didn’t give her the chance to spit them out.

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.