When You Were Mine By Prince Novels & Stories

Magic answered magic. She whispered, “You’re mine.” And gods, the smile that overtook my face could’ve lit the sea. My chest swelled, pride blooming in every inch of me. Yes. Yes. I was hers. Finally. I knelt down beside the edge of the pool, just barely keeping my hands from reaching for her again. “Yes,” I said, voice low and reverent. “I am yours… and you are mine. My Queen.” Her pupils flared, emotions flickering through her face like lightning across a storm. But just as quickly as it softened, something clicked in her. Her expression hardened.

She must have a grudge against me. "Is he mine?" I growled. "Yes, Your Majesty. Tak is your son."

The sound grew louder and louder gradually and converged before bursting out from the crowd at last. “Ten, nine, eight, seven.” He ordered her with a loud voice, “Say it. Say my name.” She enunciated his name word by word in the midst of the roaring crowd, “Edward Levin.” “No, not that.” “Sean Jackson.” “Again!” “Sean Jackson, Sean Jackson, Sean Jackson,” she chanted the name over and over again in fury.

Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place? -I really don't care. This, I gesture between us, shouldn't happen. -Princess, are you afraid you'll fall in love with me? -Dream on it. Damon puts out his half-smoked cigarette and leans over the desk. I try to pull my chair back, but he blocks me, placing his hands on the chair's armrests. -Wanna bet you won't be so tough when I'm inside you!? -We don't need to bet because it's not going to happen, I try to confront him. But his eyes seem to pull me into an abyss of sins, only when I look into them.

"Better than all my memories." He dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbed her hips tightly pulling her toward his mouth. "Wyck!" she exclaimed as his hot breath blew over the silk of the panties that were the only thing she had left on. "Hush, Angel," he demanded. "Let me love you. I need all of you."

"You won't be saying that tonight when I have you beneath me, my Prince. You need a bride to be King, no? I'm here. I'm available. All you just need to do is say the word." "Why don't you come over and I'll let you know my answer?" "Alright then. Set aside a bottle of rum for me." "Don't you dare bail on me." "I am not you, Prince William." The call disconnected and a small smile lingered on his face. What was it about her that he despised and liked so much? When he arrived his room, he shrugged off his shirt and flung it across the room. Nursing a bottle of vodka, his eyes fell on a jadeite brooch his mother gave him when he was five.

He kissed her ear again. "You were looking like a princess you always did, but everyone was putting their eyes into your skin," " You don't have any idea how it been on me, " Brandon was clutching his jaw and letting all this out. " When people get their eyes on you, they set my body on fire, " " This is not my fault, but this happened," " But if you want me to stop sleeping with others, then you need to sleep with me," He smirks, innocent mum, and tries to get off him.

When I was about to go home, I want some ice cream. "You too, he was first to blamed! Feeling handsome, who does he think he is?! Well, he's just a student too?!" I said more. He sighed while flipping his shoulder-length hair. Really flipped! "Heart, he's Jade." Lexis added. "What now?! Like duh?! Who could be jealous of his feminine name?! Tsk! His name suits him, no respect. A green stone!" I said while just looking at them eating ice cream. F*ck! Do you know why I was not eating and get free ice cream? Because my teeth hurt and when they found out my teeth hurt, my sexy friend asked! He said he would be treat us! Just ice cream!

“7th princess of the kingdom of Ameli, princess Rain. Please to make your acquaintance, prince Clayden.” Now hearing the voice that somewhat taunting the greatest fault he ever had done and stinging more unto his bleeding heart. His mind somewhat played the cruel game to him as it pictures back the smile and made him remember by his heart of the very warmth that his princess gifted unto him, his tears finally falls as helplessness finally creeps unto him. Slapping him with the reality and the truth that he is a weak one, the foolish one, and the very hopeless prince who has everything, yet could not save the only person he treasures the most in his life. His head falls like bowing down and h

Not because I wanted to but she made me into her nemesis, she was my husband's ex lover. With thick red lipstick, pale white skin, really dark ebony hair and a well designed body, Bianca in her heels matching her lipstick walked up to me, she was wearing a black sivon gown with a v-cut at the neck, exposing her half covered breast. The gown extended to her heel level and had golden polka dots around the gown. She was a really stunning beauty. "Ah. Chloe…" She said with glee in her voice as she ran to embrace me. "How are you?" "I'm good, and you?"