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he pleaded, eyes soft and unfocused. “It’s so sweet… Ahh~ Your cock, Ngh Master… It’s stirring up my insides~ So good… I want more. So harder… please~” “Fuck!” the prince cursed, unable to resist his guard’s plea for a rough fuck. And so, the prince threw whaever restraint he still had left into the wind, fucking his dear guard like a dog in heat. The king dismissed the nobles, saying party was over. Then he himself left.

Strangely enough, I felt more secure inside the cell away from these men. "What is your name?" Prince had his hands tied behind his back when he ordered me to answer him. "Cordelia Gabriel!" I slowly lowered my eyes away from the prince and uttered under my breath. "And you thought you could perform a ritual, practice magic under our nose to destroy our pack?" Prince Conrad didn't sound angry or anything, he was just observing my face. "I want---," As I began to speak, Kruz came from the side and grasped my hair in a tight fist, yanking them so hard that a loud shrill escaped my lips.

Even though he was treated unkindly, the prince still displayed a friendly face. However, Silvanna and Selena will not be swayed by the creature known for its deceit. No matter how handsome and as beautiful as the creatures of the siren nation are, they can't be trusted. “Really? But, would you believe if I could sense that person within a ten kilometer radius?” said Prince Crystho with a facial expression that suddenly changed very drastically. Violent and cruel.

Prince Ryan scoffed. "As the king portrayed him. The prince's mouth is full of foul words." "Why don't you come down? This unsightly creature offers little challenge. A bore, to be frank." The prince retorted with a furrowed brow. "I detest needless prattle, especially from others." "How hypocritical." The judge descended with an overflow of elegance, a smirk dancing upon his lips. "Behold the fifth judge, Hellflower, embodiment of infernal allure." Prince Ryan snorted. "Such a shame, even Alexander, the most grotesque among the princes, would eclipse your presence."

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

You mean to tell me you stabbed him and smeared the blood on the sheet? "No. I mean I was totally freaked out and Kaanadan used the blood from the cut to call it mine and made me lie just like him." Celina clapped her hands over her mouth and laughed. "So she's still a virgin?" God, I hated him for hurting you, now you tell me this... How well deserved. I bet you've never seen a woman like you. — Celina Brandão Savoia, don't even think about throwing that around. Kaanadan without patience is a monster that even daggers can't solve, much less with you.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”