Undercover Princess Quotes

I bet you ten pounds someone falls in the pool. - Lottie Twenty pounds says I push one of them. - Jamie

But it's past curfew. - Lottie That's why they invented sneaking out. - Ellie

I will be kind, I will be brave, I will be unstoppable.

You can't escape who your are, Ellie. It's in our blood. We'll never be like them and they'll never be like us. It's etched into us the second we're born... - Anastacia

Most people here have their lives handed to them on a plate... They don't realize how lucky they are to get to come here... If I'd known you were here on a bursary, I... You're different, because you had to work to get here. You can really appreciate it and actually do something good with your time here... I'm really glad they put us in a room together... Oh, and if anyone makes you feel like you don't belong here, I will gladly beat them up for you. - Ellie, to Lottie

Just remember your dick is mine to ride, your body is mine to taste, and your mouth is mine to tease, tempt, and enjoy. I'm not easy, either." "No queen should be.

Top marks in everything. How very boring. - Binah

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.

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I'm not an easy man, not even for forty-eight hours." Keeping her gaze locked on his face, she stroked the hard outline of his dick with the tip of her fingernail. "Good thing I like things hard.

Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise." But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidnapping.

When it's the two of us and that pussy of yours is soft, swollen, and wet, I'll be the one in control. I'll have you wherever and whenever I want - in my bed, on my desk, on the floor right now if I want to. I'm going to own that sexy body of yours so thoroughly that you're going to beg for my cock, because it's going to be the only thing in the world that you want. And once I'm buried balls deep in you and you are filled with me, I'm going to make you come apart in the best way possible. Do you understand?

So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you’re really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnapped me for your own good?” “Exactly,” he said. “Isn’t that what an assassin would say in such circumstances?” She batted her eyelashes.

Lottie felt her breath catch in her throat; something was wrong. Her body felt as if it were suddenly moving in slow motion. “Ellie Wolf.” The audience cheered. Lottie tried to join in, but the dizzy sensation was overpowering her. I need to sleep, she thought desperately, but there was something else, something clawing at the back of her mind. “Marzia Hart.” The cheering began to get distant and Lottie helplessly bashed her hands against her ears, trying to will some clarity into her mind. What had Binah said about gifts again? “Thomas Carter.” She looked up at the duellers, but their white armor seemed to be fading in front of her. Everything started turning black and she desperately tried to blink it away. “Lottie, are you okay?” The voice was coming from Binah, but Lottie pushed her aside to get to the stairs. “Riyadh Murphy.” Lottie desperately waded through cheering people. The world

Anna is not just a woman, not just a splendid specimen of womanhood, she is a woman with a full, compact, important moral nature: everything about her character is significant and striking, and this applied as well to her love. She cannot limit herself as another character in the book, Princess Betsy, does, to an undercover affair. Her truthful and passionate nature makes disguise and secrecy impossible. She is not Emma Bovary, a provincial dreamer, a wistful wench creeping along crumbling walls to the beds of interchangeable paramours. Anna gives Vronski her whole life, consents to a separation from her adored little son—despite the agony it costs her not to see the child and she goes to live with Vronski first abroad in Italy, and then on his country place in central Russia, though this "open" affair brands her an immoral woman in the eyes of her immoral circle. (In a way she may be said to have put into action Emma's dream of escaping with Rodolphe, but Emma would have experienced no wrench from parting with her child, and neither were there any moral complications in that little lady's case.) Finally Anna and Vronski return to city life. She scandalizes hypocritical society not so much with her love affair as with her open defiance of society's conventions.

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.

Do you sleep in your suits, too?" He dragged his gaze from the sweater she held up to her and completed a slow perusal starting at her totally reasonable three-and-a-half-inch metallic silver heels, up her bare calves, across the fitted pear-green pencil skirt, over her winter-white cashmere sweater and stopping briefly on her lips before reaching her eyes. She'd been stark naked, pressed up against a sixteenth-floor window, having one of the best orgasms of her life from a lover-s tongue and hadn't been as turned on as she was at that moment. Fire licked its way across her skin, flicking at all of her sensitive spots until her entire body vibrated. "Do I sleep in my suits? Do you really want to know?" he asked, his voice low with just enough dominating arrogance in it to make her shiver.

Not Mr. Rasmussen. Call me Dom. I really think we should be on a first-name basis, since you know that I strip off my suit every night and get into bed wearing nothing at all.".

With an embarrassingly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive... "Going so soon?" he asked. "The company isn't to my liking.

The inspector stood up and reached for his leather jacket. There was a whiff of aftershave. He looked every inch TV’s idea of an undercover cop. I had noticed the Princess register his star quality as we arrived at his office half an hour earlier. That was good. An attractive male lead always brought out the best in our unpredictable royal performer. “If you’re ready . . .” he said, heading for the door with an athlete’s easy grace. His amused expression promised further treats in store. The Princess followed him meekly. Her eyes were demurely lowered, as if to retain the image she had just seen. I knew she was enjoying herself—she was fascinated by the forbidden.

It hit her that she was in a secret area that no one knew about, trapped with a strange boy who thought she was the Maravish princess, and she felt hot red panic begin to prickle her skin. She had to run. She tried to turn around, but he grabbed her arm. “I said wait,” he commanded, pulling her back. “Let go of me!” she screamed. She swiped at him with her free hand, but he caught it effortlessly. “Lottie—” “I will call the police,” she continued, trying to pull away from him, but she seemed to only be mildly annoying him. How is he so strong? “Lottie, please, just listen for a—” “LET GO OF ME!” She gave one final tug with all her energy and stamped down on his foot. He tried to pull his leg back but a strange static sensation shook him and the two tumbled quite ungracefully into the mud. “Eek!” Lottie fell flat on her back, immediately thinking of her poor ruined uniform and hair. She had to remind herself that these were the least of her concerns right now and that she needed to deal with the boy on top of her. She was ready to scream when a pendant around his neck fell against her chest; there was a familiar crest on it with an engraved wolf symbol. The Wolfson family crest, the same one Ellie wore.

Kiss the princess to wake her up. Her body moved on autopilot. She pushed down on his chest three times, covered his nose, and gently placed her mouth over his, filling his lungs with her air. Then she did it again, and again and . . . Jamie coughed underneath her abruptly, making her jolt back. He drew in a shaky breath before mumbling, “That’s not how you do mouth-to-mouth.” Lottie gasped at his voice. He spluttered a few more times, his eyes trying to focus, before he reached up and stroked her cheek. His hand was freezing against her face. “So warm,” he muttered, before passing out again. Lottie sat beside him, still holding his hand against her cheek.

She took it and he tenderly wrapped the coat and blanket around her. His arms lingered on her shoulders and she was surprised by how comforting it felt to be close to him after their awkwardness earlier. “We’re sorry. We should have remembered what today is for you. That was a significant oversight on my . . . I’m sorry.” Lottie sniffed. “I’m fine.” A soft rumble of laughter escaped Jamie’s throat. “You always say that.” There was a hint of regret in his voice that forced Lottie to look into his eyes. The tree cast a huge blue shadow over them, as if they were in their own hazy world. His expression had a sweet ache to it, and she knew she was witnessing something rare. “I really miss her. But I don’t want her to worry about me,” Lottie said. Somehow it didn’t feel strange to be sharing this with Jamie. Jamie

Jamie was hurtling down the snowy track so fast he was almost a blur in the frost. Alarm registered on Saskia’s face, and Lottie watched as she spun gracefully, pulling something from the inside of her jacket and pointing it at the figure thundering toward her. “JAMIE, LOOK OUT!” Lottie screamed the words hopelessly into the air. Before Lottie could comprehend what was happening, Jamie was in front of them, ducking out of the way then surging upward. He swung his left hand, pushing away the handle of the pocketknife, followed by his right hand, which struck Saskia’s wrist hard. He deftly manipulated her hand so

Are you okay? Are you hurt at all? Either of you—Ellie, your lip!” Jamie frantically fussed around them in a way that seemed very unlike him.