The Princess And The Kiss Novels & Stories

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

“I wish that you did not have to do that, but I should say thank you.” “Ssshhh, princess. Everything is okay now.” She pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. She devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. “I love you, princess. I love you so damn much.”

Kiss of the Scarlet Prince Chapter Four — The First Move (Serenya’s POV) The knock at dawn wasn’t polite. Three short raps, certain of themselves, like the person on the other side knew I would answer because everyone answers here. “Enter,” I said, and pretended my voice didn’t catch. A girl slipped in with an armful of linen and a look that belonged to small birds—quick, careful, ready to bolt. “My lady, His Highness requests your presence in the east courtyard within the hour.”

I am lost. A door opens ahead of me. A woman steps out, her silver hair unbound, her eyes wide as she sees me. She stares at my wrist. At the mark glowing beneath my skin. “Impossible,” she whispers. Then her face shifts. Recognition. Terror. Hope. “You are her. The lost princess.” I grip the blade at my hip. “Who are you?” She falls to her knees, her hands trembling as she reaches for me. “I was your mother’s handmaiden. I have waited twenty years for this moment.”

I said, looking at her and going to her bed. "I was waiting for you!" she shouted cheerfully. I laughed and laid her on the bed, "Do you know it’s late and the princesses have to sleep at this hour?" I said, covering her again. "The princess is waiting for the kiss of her prince," she said seriously. "And who is your prince?" I asked as I moved some red locks from her cheek. "But you, fool!" she said, "Harper needs the kiss," then went on seriously, "Otherwise, she won’t sleep."

she mumbles against my chest, her voice still laced with tears. I can’t help but smile, holding her tight. “And you’re a beautiful, fiery, incredible woman who I am hopelessly in love with.” She pulls back slightly, looking up at me with tear-streaked cheeks. “You love me?” “With everything I am, Princess. I love you,” I say, and before she can respond, I lower my lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and longing I’ve held back these past weeks. The kiss is a release, a confirmation of everything we’ve been holding inside. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, and I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of my feelings into it.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.