A Prince's Tale Novels & Stories

“I'll try.” The other princes stare at me in silence for a while until the ice elemental gets back from the door and his voice breaks through the silence in the room, “It's time to get ready.” … When I saw the beautiful body-fitted dress these princes ordered for me, I just knew they were up to no good. I have no plan of leading them, nor do I want to want them more than I already do. These men really plan on going on a date with me. They all came out dressed so cute in stylish, unconventional suits. But when I insisted on putting on my oversized dress and sweater, they went back and changed to casual jeans and top fits just to blend in with me

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

Other demanded for cup of coffee, and Jessica prepared and he thought Sharon and her mom how to prepare the coffee and some other things, When Prince was led to his bed In the hall, his bag fell, and all the treasures that his mom gave him poured on the floor, and Jessica sighted the treasures, and Jessica hastily rushed down to the prince bedside, and she asked, “Is this not diamond and gold,?“ “Yeah,” the prince retorted, “This Is very expensive here, let me help you pack them Into the bag,” Jessica said, “No, no, don't bother yourself, I have people who can do that for me,” the prince said, and he called the palace guards, and they Immediately came and they gathered all the treasures and

It was just too tempting. The prince continued to talk, about how he came to save Nathaniel and killed all the bandits by himself. It was a long monologue, filled with unnecessary, flowery details. They were a mixture of exaggerations and direct lies. When the bowl was empty, Nathaniel finally raised his head again. He hadn't even bothered to listen to any of that crap, ignoring the prince blatantly. "Get out. I want to sleep."

His eyes were dancing with mischief. Abigail again lifted her head, “What about them?” “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess.” “And then?” he smiled when Abigail mimicked their daughters. “This beautiful princess was kind, passionate and everything a prince could ask for.” “And then?” “Then one day this prince saw her somewhere. Perhaps at a Diner?” “And then.”

Ava's POV “Only if you promise me a story,” I said. “A true one or an invented one?” “Invented,” I decided. “Something with a ridiculous ending.” He offered his arm. We stepped onto the path. The ground was still damp, the air cool as a fresh start. He told me about a prince who fought the wind because he was jealous of what it could carry, then loved a girl who taught him that the wind wasn’t a thief, it was a messenger. He made me laugh at the right places. He looked at me when he said the ridiculous ending: They stopped fighting everything and opened all the windows.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

The sea maiden and her five princes. But actually, that’s not quite right. Gran said that there was only one prince in the story, but his nature varied from telling to telling. So only one of these characters is the true prince – the rest are fakes, false versions, decoys – shadows, of what might have been but wasn’t. Why did gran create this stained glass window? Why did she even tell me the story in the first place? Did she intend for me to someday, somehow, find it? I wonder if the boys have noticed their own uncanny similarity to the figures in the stained glass tableau.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.