Princess Belle Reading Novels & Stories

It surprised her to realize how much pain that poem brought her and how much she could relate to the princess. However, it also left her feeling sad for she didn’t want to end up the same as the princess. That was partially the reason she distanced herself from all; she didn’t want to be betrayed. He chuckled lightly as he saw her looking so confused at his actions. “Yes miss, you were crying while reading that book.” Siana was surprised at that for it seemed as if he just read her mind but she ignored that thought in no time cause that whole situation was already a lot for her to take.

The students behind her shrink back afraid that the Second Princess would punish them instead. Soheila went back to read and didn't mind the rant of a certain princess. However, just as she was about to read she could feel an aura coming towards her. “You!” The Second Princess saw Soheila reading books about the world, so, she went towards her. She pointed her finger to Soheila and said, “You're reading about the world. That's good! Do my assignment. That's an order from me, the Second Princess. You should be glad because you would obey an order from a princess which is me. So be gla—”

“Sure, she’s a princess but she’s not even your type! I mean, she’s thin. And mouthy. And tiny. I bet she can’t even throw a decent punch.” “Who is this bitch?” Nia gasped. “Hey, I’ve been told I could have been a hand model!” Belle retorted. “And paw model!” Nia interjected. “You’re not his type!” “Why not? Because I can read and write? Oh, and don’t forget my incredible personality.” “Because you’re a filthy mutt.” Sierra growled.

“It doesn’t matter. I am not Luna material. Not the sort of woman he or most guys want. I get that. Having your head stuck in a book isn’t appealing. But, please, Harley, do not get yourself involved.” I removed my hand from his. Suddenly aware of many of the warriors on the training field watching us in curiosity.

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

I bowed my head. “Get to work.” Evane waved her hand, and pulled Dexmond along as they headed to his office. I followed them at a slower pace, holding tightly to the neatly arranged papers in my hands. Evane was dressed elegantly today. Too elegant as compared to me. As Dexmond had ordered, I was always dressed in a tulle dress and putting on extremely horrendous makeup. I caught my reflection in one of the glass doors as we approached the elevator, and winced. The person in the reflection looked nothing like Inez Qyler. The person who looked back at me was a total stranger. A woman who'd been caged by an uncaring husband while she watched him being intimate with women at work.

Furthermore, I didn't wear a brassiere, as my gown has a pad to cover my breasts. "No daddy" batting my eyelashes leaving my clothes on the floor as I sat on the bed. I placed my leg on the other leg. I could see his eyes darken with my every move, and his boner showing my effects on him. The dim light in the room and my naked body must be shining for him. "Don't tease me, princess, you don't know how I am controlling myself to be gentle with you?" He said removing his coat. "Princess, I want to ask you one last time, are you ready to be mine," He asked, his voice holding seriousness.

Sophia's point of view: The governor’s birthday ended at midnight, and the drive home was unbearably quiet. While I sat in silence, trying to enjoy my first big win, I felt uneasy. Something about William didn’t feel right. He had too many secrets, and I suddenly felt stupid for letting myself trust him. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I picked up my phone and typed in the name Marie had called him—“Victor Falcone.” I combed through the internet, social media, anything I could find. But there was nothing—no pictures, no real information.

she said softly. Sam voice turned, surprised. “I know,” Jasmine continued. “He doesn’t understand yet.” A pause. “But he will.” Jasmine– POV I looked between them the screen and Debbie “What don’t I understand?” I asked. Silence. That kind of silence again. The one that means— You’re about to hear something you won’t like. Debbie stepped closer. “That girl…” she said. “Princess Bella.” I nodded slightly. “What about her?” “She’s not just a messenger,”Debbie said.

Ana carried a cargo, a cargo, and she shaked her head. He did not like a man, in his old school boys were all female. "Come on to the car. Surchased Carlisia, she puts the girl in the back seat for the car. "You are very beautiful." Bella, slept the Carlesia. "Really? But you are much more beautiful. You are two nights like." "But the princess has a beautiful pink dress and a big crown full of bright stones." Carleysia smiled, and I finally got an ideal idea about how to spend today with Bella. "If you bring you crown and a beautiful pink and a beautiful pink. Bella Badihara had before she laugh with enthusiastically. Carlisia came out its cell phone and soon sailed the boys as he was going