Romans & histoires Princess Kisses

"Sister, with a rare fresh enthusiasm, the more she looked at her, the more she sobbed with praise. - Your number is me, baby!! - ... On her body, a dress, very beautiful, very splendid, like a real beautiful princess, but it is quite inconvenient for her to move. Pink silk skirt that reaches above the knee, ruffles attached with fragrant red roses, elaborate glitters, at the bottom of the skirt are attached many precious stones, rubies, sapphires, pearls, etc. ,... and she doesn't even know if they're real or not. White high socks, black doll shoes...

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

the pastor turns toward Bastian, who stands nervously behind Gabe as the best man. Bastian pulls a small box out of his pocket and hands it to Gabe. He opens the box in front of me and removes a beautiful silver ring with a single-set diamond in the middle. As he slips it on my finger, I lean toward him, wanting so badly to kiss him right there. I stop myself, though. It’s not time yet. The best kiss of my life is coming and I have to be patient. Once the ring is on, the pastor turns to me. “Harper, repeat after me.”

She glanced at me, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but I am trying to get you to see the bigger picture, young Princess.” I nodded. I now have more to think about than I ever thought I would. “I will think about it, but now I gotta get some shut-eye. Next stop, coronation bullshit…” Alke laughed at me and shook her head, heading out of the room, looking for the nearest pixie to tell her where her dress went. My phone started buzzing. All the females were texting in our group asking where the dresses came from. Liza: This golden dress is magnificent! There are sun’s all over it! Which one of you beauties are responsible for this? *Picture*

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Too much make-up and those jewels which were already in danger of strangling her! She found the customs of this country quite funny... However, her dress was perfect. Much more perfect than she could have imagined. Even the stylist, who had seemed disgusted when she had chosen it, had congratulated her on her "good flair". She looked like a princess. A real princess, if you took into account the fact that she wasn't one. She smiled and instantly thought of Mirabella... Mirabella was having a magical romance with her teacher, but she was going to end up breaking his heart if feelings ever got involved.

In a way, witnessing the composed and calm prince lose control because of me was indeed a performance worth the price. Prince Louis's fingers gently caressed my cheeks. We stared into each other's eyes, and slowly, we exchanged another kiss. This kiss was free from any lustful colors, only filled with warmth and sweetness, perhaps even accompanied by a hidden ripple in our hearts. Midnight arrived, and the moon climbed higher into the sky.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

Veyron The Mistress of Shadow’s lips brushed Veyron’s again. In it, he didn’t feel the power of his own dominance nor the drive to seek submission. as her lips grew more demanding, she drug him further away from the ghosts clawing at his mind. The maid began to fade beneath the serene shroud of power. Soft, calculated, and undeniably seductive, his Mistress's kiss offered numbness that seeped into him, cooling the fires consuming him. He let the sensation wash over him, following the subtle currents of arousal.