Highest ranking: #1- Engagement #1- Waiters #1- Maid of honour #1- Sad #2- Baby #2- Boss #2- Hitlist #2- Heartbreak #3- Marriage #3- Power #4- Happy #133- Romance June Apricot, who has suffered and is still suffering in life meets former BFF who's getting married to the 2nd Prince of the city. She knew she didn't fit in but she couldn't turn her best friend down when she asked her to be her maid of honour....She carried on with the facade of a happy woman hiding the pain she felt for losing her baby whom she had for a guy during a crazy one night stand, a guy she couldn't remember(pathetic) and all of her properties to the hands of her mother and ex- fiancé...She was going to pretend like nothing is wrong and get the wedding done and over with when she met him! ◀▶◀▶◀▶◀▶◀▶◀▶◀▶◀▶ His Royal Highness Cameron Charles Northridge IV hated the lots of women, ever since his five year fiancé broke his heart on the day he planned to proposed, he had swore them off....He left the US to Netherlands but had to come back on his younger brother's wedding... everything seemed okay until he met the Maid Of Honour... his first ever one night stand who doesn't recognize him. _______

Taking your best friend's place on a blind date to let the guy down easy was the plan...taking him to bed wasn't.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

He laid his lips on top of my neck, enticing me. Dominance took hold of my body while I laid back in the limo. I know what we were doing was wrong, but not one part of me wanted to stop. Carter slid his hands up and down my thighs, caressing them, kissing them, sucking them and all I could do was moan, groan, and be breathless. I wrapped my hand around his head as he went lower, lower, and even more lower. His lips swiftly danced across the inside of my thighs. I gripped his head and he immediately pulled down my underwear, with no mercy. The driver rolled down the Partition "Mr. Carter your wife is on the line." *Highest Rank in Fanfiction #20 ***All Rights Reserved @adoreniah_