Romans & histoires Warrior Princess By Samantha Packard

Watching Jessica walk away from me, her hips swaying side to side, I groan and palm the bulge in my pants, my cock already hard and wanting to be free from the jeans I wore. I never would have thought that having her snuggled against me would turn me on so badly, yet I was struggling to not do anything more to my Princess other than play with her hair and rub her back. She just went through hell today and needs her Uncle Hunter, not a man ready to bend her over and worship her like the Queen she is.

Even members of Mark’s group shuffled uncomfortably. “This isn’t the time or the place to…” Mark started. It was clear he was beginning to buckle under my onslaught of accusations. “This is precisely the time!” I bellowed. “What makes you think you have the right to march into the home of the man who has forfeited years of his life to guard and protect me and demand he hands me over like I was a dinner roll? How arrogant you are to think that you can waltz in here and lay claim to me as if you had the right. This isn’t the middle ages! As a resident of this planet in a time where women have equal rights… I have the right to say ‘no’… and as the princess of Kurr and true heir to the throne

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

Before Eliana can set her gaze on Jasper, several waves of wolves pounce into the courtyard, slaughtering dozens of rebels. Drake has brought werewolves? "Eliana, run," Evyn barks out at her from the ground. She blinks as she glances over at him, processing his words. "Oh, of course." She thinks before picking up her heavy chains and stumbling to the steps. As she takes the first one, Selma screams, lunging at her. The Princess does not have time to even cry out in terror as they both freefall off the platform. Eliana closes her eyes, preparing for the pain, but instead she lands into a strong embrace.

It's me and Scarlet standing in front of her house in the car, I had stopped the car so she couldn't get out and now I'm at this exact moment asking or rather begging for that evil princess to take her things home and live with me (Why doesn't she just take it and live happily ever after?) the difficult woman --- Deni, I promise I'll take care of myself, now let me in because I'll have to go get my cart today-- she says crossing her arms making her breasts jump and thus getting my complete attention to her beautiful and beautiful breasts

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."

"Warlord David fiercely insisted that the boy Sannie must be the lead actor, but there is zero pack way his beast likes a fake snake like Tahlia." "Wow, this young wildland male is really handsome..." "Wait, his silver eyes resemble the lead warrior in the comic drawings, right?" "Oh, your brain is totally right!" Upon hearing the crowd’s excited chatters, Sam turns his neck toward my posture. He freezes the exact microsecond his old eyes land on my face. He really does resemble the lead warrior in the comic books perfectly! If his boots were standing at the autumn audition circle, my claws would've chosen his skin instantly because of those similar features. Sam’s gaze flits back and forth

Lord Sten asked, wandering his eyes around to see fifty healthy warriors, riding in horses. “We hath come in caution for some robbers proliferated our way here. We come in peace and if thy wilt give us the permission, may we see the princess?” The two lords saw a black haired woman on her strange clothing spoke upon getting out the carriage. Dari bowed in respect before her as well as the other warriors most especially that the woman in blond joined the first woman. “I am Shima, the tribe physician.” She turned towards Chaerin. “This is our chief of the defense, Chaerin”

She finally broke into her real question rather than pretending to be unbothered. “I didn’t come here for him. I was following someone and ended up here,” I replied. I remember when she visited me, I didn’t show her any arrogance or make her bow down to me. But she was surely having fun making me follow her, holding her water bottle, and answering her questions. “Are princesses from the packs just wandering around, following people?” she questioned. “I’m not just a princess anymore. I’m going to be a warrior and hope to become a royal gamma warrior one day,” my aim was simple. I wanted respect and to do something for the packs in trouble.