Novel & Cerita A Prince Of A Friend

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

Prince Aisen answered. "It's okay, you said it's in the past now, let's pretend that it never happened." Leilah said. "You are a very nice person, Grandma Amelia was right, you are the best." Prince Aisen replied. "Thank you." Leilah said. "Can I ask you something?" Prince Aisen asked. "Sure, you can ask anything." Leilah answered. "Okay, you wanna be my friend?" Prince Aisen asked. "You want me to be your friend?" Leilah asked.

Stop trying to act as if everyone here is not helping out. "Enough!" Tanisha shouted and slammed her hands on the table. "you don't get to talk to the crown prince like that. I don't care about your past relationship with him, but don't forget that he is the prince of this kingdom." Rain smirked wickedly. "Really?" he asked and then chuckled. "forgive me, as I kept forgetting my place as I am no one but the son of a poor bodyguard, and the funny thing is I don't remember having any relationship with him because I don't think someone like him who thinks about himself would want to be friends with me!"

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

The prince asked angrily. “That you should pay more attention to it, friend! He only has you..." “Well, I have to go now; I'll see you tomorrow, come early so we can practice with the swords.” "Good night Frankie!" The prince was left alone in his room, no doubt what his friend said had affected him. He felt very sorry to remember his comment, "He only has you." He had never thought of it that way, then he remembered what Isabella had told him, "Nobody cares if I live or die."

Turning, I find Mavis watching me, a smirk on her lips. “Has your Princess settled into her new home already? Isn’t she heartbroken?” My friend asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Letting out a string of curses, I close the app and slip my phone back into my pocket, glaring at Mavis. If she wasn’t such a hard worker for the company and one of mine and Eric’s best friends, I would have fired this little shit without hesitation. “Fuck off, Mave.” I warned with a growl, getting chuckles from the spitfire before me.

The maid hesitated before replying timidly, "I didn’t see Princess Gabriela when His Highness returned." I released the maid and dashed towards the Nebula Palace as if my life depended on it. When I passed by the entrance to the Celestial Realm, I saw Rudolf's trusted aide holding a familiar figure. I rushed over and saw Gabriela, covered in wounds, and my eyes instantly reddened. "Gabriela, are you all right?" I asked anxiously. Gabriela gave me a weak smile. "Yeah, it will be over soon." I immediately understood what she meant.

Standing there was a man my age, who helped me out of the vehicle. “Princess,” he said, nodding his head. Princess? Who was he talking to? I looked to Eric who smiled. “He was talking to you, sweetheart. As you are my mate, you are now recognized as a Princess,” he told me. “I am not ready for that. I barely know who I am. What does being a princess even mean?” I questioned frantically. So many new things were happening, and I could not keep up with them.

"Don't think you're in a position to ask anything of the Prince, you ungrateful fool." Briefly, he met Sanders's eyes, then blinked and looked away. His head hurt, and it felt as though the walls were crowding in on him, crawling closer each time he blinked. If he couldn't trust his bodyguards, couldn't trust anyone but his family and friends. How could he ever close his eyes with a time bomb ticking away under his pillow? How, how could he set one foot in front of the other without falling over? It made his gut clench. It wasn't the first time the Prince had misplaced his trust. There had been people before Sanders, false friends who'd wanted him for his status or his connections, for his f

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.