روايات وقصص ضمن A Selection Novella The Prince

I need to take my most trusted with me, the want to get to her is so overwhelming I am struggling to stop my Dragon from shifting right now. I am coming for you my Queen, hold on not long now! **Authors Note** I hope you enjoy Princess Emerald and King Vulcan's journy :) For all visuals and updates please go to my i*******m page. This book is slightly more naughty than the last one ;) MM xx

Seth comes off the field and says something to Zian as they pass. Zian stops walking. He turns to look at Seth with those dark eyes that don't match the rest of his face. Seth holds it for exactly two seconds then keeps walking. Which probably means Seth is either very brave or very stupid. Noè trots onto the field for Ravenwood's next drive and lines up across from Arthur for the first time all game. Arthur's pale blue eyes move over Noè with the slow assessment of someone cataloguing a threat. Noè's expression doesn't change.

the first prince asked the second prince. “You’re right, I really don’t want a forced marriage. I’d rather find my own partner than be chosen for one!” replied the second prince, a sentiment agreed upon by the other princes present. Although they were enemies, they were now allies in the same boat. Even if one of them were to become a demon god, there was still a higher power above them. “It seems I’m withdrawing from this competition!” The ninth prince suddenly spoke, startling all the princes nearby. They stared at the ninth prince as if he were a ghost—how could the ninth prince just casually say he was withdrawing from the demon god selection?

Majori's POV: Perhaps my sudden outburst at the nurses and attendants had already reached Vincent's ears, because that very afternoon, he came to see me. The door opened quietly, and I saw him. Vincent stepped inside, bringing with him a wave of cold air from the hallway that spread through the small room. The dim light of the lamp reflected off the dark velvet cloak that trailed to the floor, the silver wolf fur lining along the collar swaying gently with each of his steps. Every movement carried the regal weight of a king: dignified, distant, and untouchable as if the space between us was already an entire world. He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of

Then gone to his desk and written twelve pages about a prince who lived at the edge of a bay—a man with no inheritance save the crash of waves and the scent of salt. Only Vasiliya was ever permitted to hear the spoken version. And the child received it the way it deserved: with every pore of her body open, not merely her ears. ✘ ✘ ✘ “At the edge of a bay where the air always smelled of salt and the wind enjoyed stealing noblemen’s hats,” Feliks began, “there lived a Prince with no grand title. People called him the Bay Prince—because he was more often seen on a great flat rock than seated on a cold golden throne.”

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself, Princess." The sudden voice made Seraphina jump, but she did not panic. She turned her head and saw Lucan, the youngest prince, walking out from behind a large willow tree. He was carrying a small leather notebook under his arm, and his dark hair was a bit messy from the wind. He didn't look angry or mean. He just looked curious, his calm eyes studying her bare feet dipping into the cold water

Silas repeated. Noelle was suddenly thrown into a dazed state. This man…was the Lycan prince. The same man who was with her last night at the stream was… Her breathing hitched. And she had spoken to him casually. Her eyes narrowed nervously at the impeccable-looking Prince in perfectly-designed suits. Why would he be interested in saving her? No one in the pack ever did, not even her own mother. “Her courage is admired and I want her.” The Lycan prince said and a shocking ripple coursed through the crowd. Now, Noelle wasn’t finding it funny anymore. He wanted her? If he was a prince then he surely didn’t want her for anything good.

"The sword is symbolic." "Of bad decisions." Adrian gasped dramatically and pressed a hand against his chest. "Your cruelty knows no bounds." Cassian looked completely unrepentant. "Adrian." "Yes?" "The title is The Prince's Forbidden Heart." "It's a bestseller." "The title sounds like a crime." "It's romantic." "It sounds contagious." Adrian dissolved into laughter. The sound filled the quiet library. Cassian found himself smiling despite every intention not to. Adrian noticed immediately.

Nov stared at the prince from under the hoodie and knew instantly what he was thinking, his pathetic yet somehow precious human pet was again reliving the memory of their first interaction, it was ironic and unplanned, when he decided it was the time to execute his plan, however, Nov knew that he needed peons from the human world, ones that were effective and important enough to made an impact, and at the same time loyal enough to obey him blindly, and that is how he ended up choosing the young prince. When Nov first saw the clear blue eyes staring through the recipient, he knew there was something special about him, a bottled anger and hatred towards the kind of life he had and had to endur

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.