Novel & Cerita Purple Princess

“Did you sleep well? He asked and I nodded. “I crave for my morning kiss” he started kissing my rims. We kissed each other like we were craving ourselves for a long time. “I want to suck them baby,” he pleaded for permission and I smiled. “Princess.. you are beautiful,” he responded, opening the buttons of my shirt. “So pink…like cherry,” he murmured, licking my hardened nipples. “Ohhh…,” I said, arching my back, giving him more of me. “Princess, you don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” He said switching the nipple.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

“Do you have a favourite colour?” I glance over at her. “White if I had to pick.” She smiles. “I like white too, but my favourite is pink.” “I’m not surprised,” I remark mockingly as we begin helping ourselves to food. I pass her the salad bowl that she’s trying to reach before picking up my mojito and drinking some. “Oh, this is good.” She moans softly, tasting a piece of meat. It’s low, but fuck, it still gets to me. I cock a brow, looking over at her, keep moaning Princesa… why not make this even harder for me? I wouldn’t mind pleasuring myself, just watching her. She’s a fucking bombshell.

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

“Yeah, she thrives on that.” We strolled past the rose bushes, and my gaze fell on a small, bright purple flower tucked between the shrubs. Without thinking, I crouched down to get a closer look. Yuyu. The vibrant color reminded me of her—the brightness of her personality, the way she moved through life like nothing could break her. Carefree. Unapologetic. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought away. I was here with Zara. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about—

His body bounced with so much excitement that Nikolai was afraid he might burst. Arthur laughed and roughed his fingers through the fairy's hair again. “Calm down, Pax, or you might color his room with purple sparkles,” Art said, and the fairy blushed. “Cover my room in purple sparkles?” “Paxton is a fairy, and his power color is purple. That's why his hair and eyes are usually purple. All of his magic is purple, like his portal.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

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).

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

She whimpered, every muscle in her body wailing in strain, the overexertion of power leaving her weak; defenceless. Turning away from their vengeful gazes, the princess glanced down at her chest, sorrowfully noticing the fresh pink scars around the fading blue light. She had heard of many powerful immortals having auras visible to all those around them; Darkous having one that resembled the darkest nights and the deep swirling black holes. But, she had never heard of one so colourful. A blue aura was something unknown to everyone present, something they had yet to learn of. Though, what did it mean? Was it a sign of goodness? Or a warning of something sinister and evil?