Hell's Princess 소설 & 이야기

“Let’s go! I saw enough to write a report. At least there are octopuses here, whose ink doesn’t blur.” Chaos nodded, but as he swam away, he saw the princess standing motionless and looking in their direction. There was a mist in her eyes, wet ash-colored hair stuck to her back, the nipples of her high breasts were pointed, and long scars ran down from her flat stomach. Similar ones were visible on the inner side of her thighs. “Once this part of the body was a tail,” Chaos thought and dived after his brother.

He felt it to be the most blissful day of his life as the girl he liked was voluntarily holding his hand and he wished for the time to stand still so that he could hold her hand forever. However, Laurier knew that it was impossible between him and her. If his intuitions and deductions were right, then Raelynn was not only a Commander. She was also the princess of the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick's sister. Why would someone of high standing and such esteemed caliber consider being his woman when he was nothing but a Knight Commander? Although his father was the Baron, they were just insignificant people in the eyes of royalty who ruled over the kingdom.

He will earn his woman’s love and trust. Tabitha grunted at the wave of the peach blossom petals that shooting out from Ruby’s range. The spiritual power seemed to be overwhelming and started getting bigger and bigger. The peach blossom petals were raging out of control. “Fairy Princess don’t show your true form!” shouted Tabitha. Eric looked at her in surprise. “True form?” asked Eric. What true form? What other forms does she have? “Fairy Princess wake up! Wake up! You can’t show your form!” shouted Tabitha.

I screamed as I kicked the tray as hard as I could, the contents on top flew across the hall of the dungeon and splattered everywhere. I.. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be alive. I don’t want to live knowing that he hates me. Knowing that I was used.. I began to sob uncontrollably, my head throbbing with each passing second. I heard the dungeon door open again, and I expected it to be Loren.. but was met with the face of Sylvia. “Oh, Sylvia!” I cried. She was followed in my Enzo who unlocked the cell door. “I can’t believe he did this! I believe you. I know you’re telling the truth, Princess. I can feel it.. I just know it.” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she lowered herself to my

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

I needed just this. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Princess Naomi's voice preceded her as my eyes caught her standing, hands on her hips, with her eyes locked to me. "Why are you here?" I asked from the pool. "What does he see in you that he cannot see in me? There's nothing unique or amazing about you. You're just a leech who wobbled here to suck his life away, but I'm not about to just sit around and let that happen!"

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Not only were her hands covered in flames, but the entire body of the demon princess was completely engulfed in hellfire. Clearly, the demon princess's control was better than that of the demon general. Even the flames themselves were slightly purple, very different from those of the demon general. "Hellfire... How is that possible? Impossible! Only the demon god can have such fire, how can you?" asked the general, truly shocked to see the demon princess able to use the strongest hellfire in the demon realm. Even the demon god could only use it, and no one had been able to control that fire since the demon god died.