Sneak Me In Your Closet My Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was then that several men in black appeared at the entrance to the hall. “Let her go. You have no way to escape. It's going to be okay, princess” - his deep voice invaded my body as if I recognized his address. I started to get out of breath and he must have noticed because his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. I was about to pass out when I noticed the man let go of my body. Before falling to the ground, I felt strong arms reach for me. His huge blue eyes were the last thing I noticed before I blacked out.

I want you to meet him. I walk out of my room, and just as we get to the sitting room, I hear his breath hitch. I smile and walk up to him. I tell him, "Aidinth, I would like you to meet my best friend on Earth, Samantha. Samantha, this is my mate, Prince Aidinth." Samantha nodded her head, "Nice to meet you Prince Aidinth." Aidinth smiled, "It's very nice to meet you too, Samantha." Then he turned to me, "That dress is stunning on you!" Then he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "I missed you so much." I whispered, "I missed you too." He asked, "Shall we go, my princess?" I giggled, "We shall." Samantha gushed, "You guys are too sweet."

I can't see anything, and I'm not about to open my eyes to the light. "Princess, you're alive," someone calls. My eyes open slowly as I'm helped into sitting position. My bones ache, as if I've been lying in the same position for hours. The stranger aiding me, grips my elbow tightly, trying to help me up so I'm standing. It takes a moment, my legs trembling on the verge of collapse beneath this dreary white gown I'm draped in. "Where am I?" I rasp, looking around the unfamiliar space. We are in a small, concrete room, similar to whatever I just crawled out of. Large bouquets of fresh flowers are littered about, staining the air with a cloying scent.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

He yanked open the closet. Not a single piece of clothing remained. His heart sank. That was when he realized, that this time, he had truly lost me. He searched through the room, desperate to find any trace that I had ever been there. However, after turning the entire room upside down, he found only one thing. A baseball bat. There were dark, dried stains at the end of it. He stared at it. Then, finally, he broke. "Naomi…! "Please… come out…

"Don’t worry, my Prince. It won't hurt." Prince gasped, stumbling back until his hands pressed against the wall. "Please… I’ve never done this before. I’m not gay," he confessed, panic threading his voice. His gaze caught the key on the floor, and he darted for it, clutching it tightly. "Please, let me go," Prince pleaded, holding the key as Justin and Sebastian watched. "You’ve got the key," Justin said, a teasing smile curling his lips. "You can leave now… My Prince."

“You seduce the prince. Check. He makes you see stars. Check. Then you toss in the ol’ L-word and expect him to…what? Ask you to elope with him?” She stood and paced her chamber, still barefoot. “Oh gods,” she whispered, clutching her temples. “The man just lost his fiancée. As in: not-yet-cold-dead fiancée. You don’t follow that up with ‘I love you.” She fell face-first onto her couch. There was a soft knock at her door. She froze. If that’s Elias, I swear I will throw myself off the balcony. Beth stepped in gently. “My lady. The prince awaits by the carriage.”

His deep baritone rumored in my ear, and I felt the rumble to the tips of my crack-polish toes. I sighed internally, Once a cafe girl, always a cafe girl. I knew I should have dressed up today! Now here I was, being carted up the grand staircase to the prince’s chambers where the master bedroom was, looking like a mold potato that’d been left out in the rain too long. I looked up into the man’s eyes once more, just as the gold-plated door of the master bedroom cane to view and I managed to tear my eyes from what was to come, to meet his intense gaze.

Laying there, unable to do anything, I was hurting so badly. "It's me, Tracy. And that's Daisy. This isn't a dream, Dina." "We're really here." The clingy Daisy spoke weakly. I could almost see the strain in her heart but I needed to be vigilant, so I remained drawn. Just then the singing door opened, revealing the Prince. With both hands shoved in his pocket, Whadh sauntered toward us, glancing at the girls who moved out of his way as he approached me in particular. Soon after that, he pressed his ass against the edge of the bed and started caressing my arm all the way up to the bracelet. While playing with it quite a bit, he stopped, and then pulled his eyes up to my face.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw