Queen Aztec Princess Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

Watching Jessica walk away from me, her hips swaying side to side, I groan and palm the bulge in my pants, my cock already hard and wanting to be free from the jeans I wore. I never would have thought that having her snuggled against me would turn me on so badly, yet I was struggling to not do anything more to my Princess other than play with her hair and rub her back. She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is.

She stood proudly, unwilling to display any weakness. From the other side of the courtyard, two women walked towards her, displaying wide, practiced smiles on their faces. Azalea immediately identified Queen Selena and Queen Lucia. Their outfits sparkled in the sunlight, with gems shining with each step they took. They appeared regal, embodying the queens they were expected to be, but Azalea was aware of the truth. She could feel the insincerity in their faces. They weren't truly happy, despite their smiles. "Princess Azalea, it is my pleasure to welcome you," greeted Queen Selena with a sweet yet insincere tone.

‘Selene- 1 year and 8 months and 10 weeks’ “I drew this?” The queen's eyes were on the drawing, she didn’t blink as more tears streamed down. Her fingers graced the delicate surface of a well-kept child’s painting. Her beautiful blonde hair which had been in a fancy updo had fallen in front of her face and she made no attempt to fix it. After another few seconds of dreadful silence, she nodded her head in the smallest of movements, as though her head was too tired to bounce up and down and her voice had run dry.

I can feel stares in my direction. "You look gorgeous, Princess Titania," Queen Zalea said as she approached me. She is a very fair woman from El Desierto. Many said that she does not belong there because her skin complexion says otherwise. But I think she is very calm and unique. Her jet black hair falls on her shoulder, letting gravity do its job. I smiled back at her. "My honor to be complemented by you, your highness. Thank you for accepting our invitation," I said to her in a cheerful tone.

Beneath the chandelier that was entirely made of icicles, was Queen Elektra. The Queen's azure eyes travelled over to the group, and her lips relaxed into a smile. She got up from her throne and approached the party. She was draped in a periwinkle dress; her silver hair flowing behind her and radiating an unearthly glow. Her pale skin looked translucent in the bright lights of the court.

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

On her nails were crimson paint which complimented the tattoos on her both hands, from wrists to elbow. “My Queen,” I said, bowing down in pretense, even if I knew her true intentions with me. “It’s an honor you visit my chambers!” Queen Zoraida, arched a brow like she was shocked by my response. Her black gown’s bodice swept down her back as witch’s would as she walked towards me. By this action, her nose ring and dark red lipstick became even prominent while I looked like a potato. Her presence screamed power and I couldn’t deny that.

With a face so pale and a body beautifully curved she looked like an angel which had descended from heaven. 'Seems Zillah really took after her.' The second queen was called Sasha Florien, a woman endowed with beautiful golden hair which rivaled the King's and sharp amber eyes that could stop a person's every action with a simple gaze. The first queen Clara had five children, the first, Keven, a prince who vied for the throne, the second, Orinda, a prince who had devoted his life to worship as a priest, the third, Rosaline, a princess who escaped with her powers of nature in a bid to become one with it as an agriculturist and a florist, the fourth, Zillah, a wild princess who did whatever sh

Ana squeals as we make eye contact, and rushes down the steps, hugging me tightly causing me to squeak. "Ana! It's so good to see you!" I exclaim as she lets go of me and hugs her brother. Jordan (who is never far from his Princess) hugs me and gives Alex a friendly clap on the back as we greet each other. Even though it has only been a week, as Ana and Jordan are a part of our pack we have really felt their absence. I look up and examine who can only be Alex's parents. Ana is the spitting image of her mother (minus the bubble-gum pink hair of course), having inherited her earthy toned eyes, striking pale skin and sharp features. The Queen looks stunning in a teal dress, falling softly to he

The portrait… is me? My face is on the portrait but the eyes are different. They are green instead of purple. I look at the name and it shocks me even more. “Queen Alyssa Raven crest of Alcrania.” Could this…could The Queen of witches possibly be my birth mother?