Selkie Bridgerton 소설 & 이야기

“Why? Is that…a big deal?” “It’s Selkie,” Laila breathes, nodding eagerly. “It’s one of our gifts – but it hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years –“ “Wait,” Anton says, leaning forward towards her with a frown, “one of…one of ‘our’ gifts? One of your gifts? What are you –“ “It’s Selkie!” she says, laughing and holding her hands out towards him. “You’re Selkie! Like me! You’re Selkie!” she gasps, pressing her hands again to her heart. “You’re our lost prince!”

“It’s good to see you back in town.” With a forced smile, I welcomed Kyle into the room, the air thick with unspoken suspense. He didn’t seem to have changed all that much, except for the fact that his muscles were now replaced with thin, bony limbs and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked tired as well, but the sly smile on his face instantly killed any sympathy I may have felt for him. It was a good thing that I knew his character well enough to fall for his tricks when he placed a fruit basket in front of me, but kept eying the expensive bottle of Prieur Montrachet on the table beside me.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see a message from Orion. A picture of him holding Liam, his lips in an exaggerated pout. “Your boys are missing you. Come home, mama.” I smiled, warmth flooding my chest. Just then, a shrill laugh pulled my attention back to the present. Two massive orderlies flanked a familiar, disheveled figure. Chloe. Strapped in a white jacket, her eyes wild with madness. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice loud and theatrical. “It’s the fake Mrs. Miller! Everyone, listen up! This woman is a gold digger! She stole my identity, my man, my baby, and threw me in here!”

He kissed her thighs before going deep and sucking on her clitoris. "Ohhhhhh auhhh." she shook as she quickly took her hands off her face and reached for Dylan's hair. "Now you've dropped your hands from your face, let's take this slowly, shall we?" He was already hard since he was in the dining room. Seeing her face as she tried not to moan but closed her eyes to the pleasure was enough to get a hard on but he wanted to take it slow with her. She was his bride anyway. He kissed her pussy lips before sucking on them then he moved to her clitoris and licked it, Amelia moaned with her eyes closed.

he said. "Is it you don't understand or I have to tell you that I can love someone from the royal family," I told him but he only smiled. "You can't love a member of the royal family or you don't love at all, I talked with Beatrice and she told me something rather unique," he revealed. "Whatever she told you, was driven by her pregnancy hormones," I said. "No, it was not, Kiara you are afraid of loving someone, because somehow in your subconscious, you never forget what Eric did to you," he says.

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

"You don't have to do that. I can get my own breakfast." Clara looked shocked. "Oh no, miss. It wouldn't be proper. Besides, the head housekeeper assigned me specifically." She set the tray down, "Miss, if I may ask... is it true you're marrying Prince Rowan?" "That's what the treaty says." Clara's hands twisted in her apron. "The king won't like it. He's been trying to match the prince with Lady Morgana for years. A southern bride... it complicates things."

"You're so horny. A man's touch can make you lose yourself." I snapped at her, but she was dumb and grasped it as a compliment. "You like it, don't you?" My fingers lazily stroke the cleft of her breasts. "Do you know what I like the most?" "What?" "To take everything he likes." I paused to see her reaction, but she was lost in her tracks. Her dress was exposing and s*xy, revealing her curves to me, accessing them needed no effort to distract her. "He knows that we gave him a substitute bride. What shall we do?"