Princess Gold Lily Mga Nobela at Kwento

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

The rhythmic clang of steel on steel echoed in the cool night air. “Liam,” I said, my voice low but firm. He stopped his sparring, the sweat glistening on his brow in the torchlight. “Your Highness.” “The book,” I said, my gaze fixed on his. “The one with the inscription about the Blood Moon. Do you know where I can find it?” Liam’s face hardened. He sheathed his sword, his movements deliberate and slow. “Princess, I warned you. Some knowledge is best left untouched.”

"Why'd you bring a stranger here?" "Oh, come off it,” one of the drunk men said. “It's not like this place is the Ritz." The newcomer's frown deepened. He used a pocket knife to carve sticks for roasting marshmallows, “Do you have any idea of the Lycan king's daughter named Ashanti?" At first, he seemed annoyed by the question but saw how eager I was for him to speak. “Ashanti is King King Omri's daughter. She's been missing for years now. The girl ran away from her wedding."

I said as I remembered Mikel telling me that. "Hmm..." Lily didn't reply to me, but instead, she turned to walk away majestically, and I saw how her eyes fell irritably on Abigail. "What do you have there with you? Books?" Lily picked up some of the books in Abigail's arms, and she cast a single final glance at me as she gave back the books to Abigail. "Are you sure she can read this? I heard their last princess was more of a warrior than a princess," She smirked at me and finally walked away majestically while my fist clenched.

Lily approached Prince Wull who was sitting on the palace balcony, he brought a tray containing a teapot and 2 empty cups. "What is it?" Wull was curious about Lily's behavior. "Nothing, I just wanted to relax and what a coincidence the prince is here," Lily said as she put the tray on the table and quickly poured her tea. "Please prince." Lily offered the tea she had brought. "Thank You." Prince Wull took the cup after seeing Lily drinking her tea. "Prince looks very tired, want me to massage?" Lily stood up and approached the prince of Wull. "No need, I already have a lover," refused the prince of Wull because the fox woman is famous for her night life.

Completely ridiculous. I secretly loved it. Lily pointed at me. “You are Queen Harper.” I bowed dramatically. “Thank you.” Then she pointed at herself. “I am Princess Lily.” “Excellent choice.” Finally she pointed at Damian. He immediately looked suspicious. “You are the royal dragon.” I laughed so hard I almost fell off the couch. Damian looked offended. “The dragon?” “Yes.” “Why?” Lily thought about it. “Because you’re big and scary.” I laughed even harder. The look on his face was priceless.

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“Then, I suppose I’ll be attending a tea party after all.” **** The Queen’s courtyard bloomed with music and laughter as Lillia steadily walked through the arched hallways, her maidens trailing behind. Dressed in a deep moon-ivory gown, not entirely pure white but embroidered with fine silver thread in a pattern reminiscent of Lilies, her gown caught the light with every step. Her silver hair was braided beautifully, with thick plaits crossing over one another. Smaller braids framed the crown, pinned in place with fine silver chains and tiny pearl-like beads that also caught the light.

“It is my choice to marry her, my decision. The only thing left for you to do is make sure that you respect my decision and dont talk to her like she is some kind of pest you would want to swat. Now, if you would excuse me.” Roman took my hand, about to walk away, when he paused, looking up the stairs. I turned to see what had caught his attention, and it wasnt something I would love to see, not any time soon. It was a lady standing by the rails with a heartbroken look on her face. But this wasnt just any lady, it was Lily Atero, the city’s princess. Her father was one of the biggest diamond moguls on the continent, and not only that, she was ranked the most beautiful lady in the world nine