Under The Cherry Moon By Prince 소설 & 이야기

She nodded in understanding, her eyes glancing over at Rose with just a hint of jealousy. "Would you like me to get it for you?" She asked kindly. "If you wouldn't mind. It's the little cowboy outfit with the duster and hat." I said, and a smile crossed her face before she nodded and left to get the ensemble. Lissa and Christian were finishing with their bear, Elsa. I suppose her choice of princess was fitting considering Lissa's resemblance to her, but also Elsa's ice power was a polar opposite of Christian's fire, and Lissa was Christian's opposite in almost every sense. It was fitting for the two of them.

Cherry was studying the photo when the ringtone filled the room. She picked up the call immediately upon realizing who the call was from. “West, West, breaking news. Go on, look at the photo I sent to you.” Queen's high-pitched voice blasted through the other side of the phone right away. “I’ve already seen it.” Cherry was amused at Queen's personality that seemed to be fueled with never-ending energy.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

The Princes mind was too foggy, as he kept imagining the sweet voice of a certain Greek Goddess. Lukas growled at the thought of pleasing the moon princess, making his head spin and his handwork faster. The Prince noticed that arms were full of goosebumps and sweat; the only sounds in the room were coming from his lips. He slowly took his free hand and used it to trail his fingertips up his stomach lightly.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

They both felt the need to spend some quality time together, away from the prying eyes of their respective factions. Their plan was to meet in a secluded area in the heart of the forest, where the stars shone brightly and the secrets of their hearts could be shared. Prince Charlie had arranged for a small, elegant table to be set under a towering oak tree. The table was adorned with candles and covered in a white tablecloth, making it feel like a private sanctuary in the woods. Irene arrived wearing a beautiful midnight blue dress that complemented her dark hair and eyes. She stepped into the moonlight, and Prince Charlie couldn't help but admire her as he approached her with a soft smile.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

Only the echo of a laugh, faint, cruel, carried on the wind. Caspian’s laugh. Kael froze, blood dripping from his sword. The mocking sound faded, leaving only the rustle of trees. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. “Enjoy your games, Blackthorn. But when I find you…” His voice dropped to a growl. “…there will be no laughter left in you.” The flames flickered across his face, painting him every bit the Scarlet Prince. And the hunt for Serenya had truly begun.

Bathed in shimmering oils, my skin glistens under the low light. I am naked save for delicate silver chains draped over my hips, and jewels that adorn my stiff, aching nipples and the piercing in my navel. My dark hair is piled high, exposing the long, vulnerable line of my neck. For the 6th month of the Nordian calendar, I am the Prince’s designated “snack.” And he is here.