The Perfect Prince Loves Me 소설 & 이야기

From his breath comes a loud and content sigh of both satisfaction and relaxation. Robin’s eyes peer up at his man. For a moment he starts to gaze at him like he is the only star in the night sky but then an innocent and warm smile forges along his lips. “You’re perfect.” Robin’s voice comes out much softer than any other man that Leon has come face to face with. The fire prince’s eyes look down at his subject and give an affectionate look upon him. One that is not often found within the realm of his persona. An arm latches around the shoulders of his beloved and then pulls him close to his chest in close corner nuzzles. His nose delves along Robin’s shoulders and he begins to kiss along his

the royal servant answered the 3rd Prince 6 The Prince look at the 10 girls and he checking out every inch of their body one by one Some girl getting shivers in terror or sexually as the prince look He smells the tall girl's hair The prince picked the tall girl it has pale white skin with perfect curvy body "Leave us alone" the prince coldly said staring at while The royal servant quickly leave with the unpick girls as the prince told him And Prince Handir started putting his kiss roughly at the tall girl's neck down to the boobs "mmmhhh... " "ahhh~" the girl moaned as the prince keep biting the nipples. —TRAINING GROUNDS—

The truth was my decision had nothing to do with the prince. The prince was as perfect as can be, and I found it difficult to imagine anyone who would turn the prince down. Undoubtedly, with his social standing, his looks, his intelligence, and his charm, Prince Desmond was the perfect candidate for anyone's boyfriend. The fault didn't lie with the prince, the fault lied with me. The truth was it didn't matter how good or how wonderful the prince was, simply because he wasn't the one that I wanted.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ how can my prince be like this no he is not at all my prince he is fake all the time he enjoyed with girls being around me how can he play with my emotions I believed him I loved him I cared for him how can he cheat on me how can he lie he is fake he is fake sobb mom he is not good mom he is bad mom sobbb the prince I loved is not him he is not good person he is not the man I dreamed about

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

I held my breath and waited for my husband to call my name. “Evane, can you please come forward?” Dexmond requested. I gasped, my body going still. I forgot how to breathe, as I watched a smiling Evane go over to my husband. In the same position, I watched as my husband went down on one knee and brought out a ring from an exquisite looking box. “Evane, I have waited for this day since the first time I set my eyes on your angelic face. Will you complete me as a man by accepting this ring from me, and become my wife?” Dexmond asked solemnly.

“No, that will be impossible. It seemed like Prince Ronald, the older prince, has already picked his ideal type of a queen.” “Oh, really?” “Yes. And that would be you,” she said, grinned, and pointed at me. “You hooked all of the princes, Elizabeth. You didn’t even reserve me one!” I gaped at her and dramatically shook my head. “No. You are getting the wrong idea. I am not hooking up with the princes. They are a great company, but I am not interested to have romantic connections right now,” I said. “You might never know. Love is not placed in the place immediately. It is cooked first before getting served.”

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

the Prince asked through his tears. Misan lifted her eyes and nodded. Prince Zaitan froze at her response. His fists clenched, and his tear-filled eyes turned red. “Who is he?” the Prince asked coldly. Misan shook her head, which only made him clench his fists tighter. “You say this only to hurt me more! I know you love no one else, that it is still me you love, Misan! You are only consumed by a false belief.” the Prince declared, but Misan shook her head again, lowered her gaze, and walked away.