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The Virgin Slutty Stripper

Chapter 4 FLASH BACK

Word Count: 1239    |    Released on: 25/11/2021

**Paris*

rince Raym

der to what i dream of possessing and acquiring, and once i have gotten to that point am gonna have to discard her like a wo

he shower to have a proper bath as i dont wish to reak of sex of an annoying useless girl as a matter of fact of an tasteful

that being a brother as i have grown to always hate every inch of breath he possesses, every match of sand his legs had trampled even the very air that he releases as i do

banishment from being the heir apparent to the throne but it seems so so futile as the memories rush in their millions making me weak to grief, leaning on the closest wall close to me

11 YEA

tled training as cutom demand of me as the crowned prince, i hear noises of women scream

truces again. Wlking up to them i scream "back to ur duty posts all of you" hesitatati

h other without minding the mess they must created i

paris, with me being the first son and heir i was thought the princely guides and rules but all oif a sudden my father the King came home saying he has a different family some where else whom he later had eight months later just after i was born like it came as a shock to us all including i and mom and not just but that they

ns and people around were talking and whipering about how cute and good looking he was. Filled with rage and anger i matched straight to the palace t

ming his coming to this palace was going to be the beginning of hatred and lost of my heritage and respect as a man that was feare

d every one admired him, his huge body and biceps outlinng the versace t-shirt he wore i grew with envy and hate every passing second as the King declared he should be given the best and finest treatment and as i stared at the king looking at him w

s the throne seated with the man i was very much becoming to hate as at present as i greeted him in custom of greeting a king, as he nodded i

as i beamed with smiles as i gave the so called half a brother look that were challenging but

y which even his voice was as soft as tissue as i could feel

inishing his words with authority laced which each words as he spoke with a challenging tone as if to dare anyone

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