American Prince Novels & Stories

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

She'd see the truth often enough to find it's value- like a needle in a haystack. There were shadows, he couldn't define their silhouette or be a party to their pain but he shared an ever increasing empathy with them. Each one had a fight of their own cut out for them, they'd learn to battle it together. Like a pack of his own. He focused on his physical form, an invisible razor blade cut his perfect bronze skin at his back. He did it to himself. The Ancients called it pain tithe- on pain rode power. If he sacrificed some of him, he got something of nature he wanted in return. It was the absolute law. He wanted a place Yeneujin's consciousness, she should be aware of him.

My eyes slowly gazed at the back before the owner leisurely turned around with the coldest blue eyes I have ever seen. It was Killian, the Alpha Prince. Everyone knows who he is by those cold, cold eyes that could freeze a volcano. Right behind him is an older guy hanging from a tree, all bloody and looking to be on the brink of dying. The bruises around Killian’s hands told me all I needed to know. I stumbled back a step, feeling doomed. “Who are you?”

And will always be. —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I debated cancelling Angel's airplane ticket several times last night. I knew and recognized that she had finally realized the painful truth. The previous Ace Kingston wouldn't have cared, seeing it as an opportunity to increase the savagery. But the new Ace, George Brooks, questioned how he'd deal with her.

the slightly taller man was elbowed in his stomach by the man beside him who reached out to greet Mikhail. "Nice to meet you. We'll be accompanying Prince William and the young hero. No need to act so stiffly. Address us freely. Call me A and him B." "Huh? But why? I have a na--" the taller man was elbowed again as he leaned forward, holding onto his stomach as he groaned in pain. "I-is he okay...?" Mikhail glanced at B as A shook his head and glanced at Moonshine. "Prince William went to get something and left you his horse?" A asked as he studied the stallion's sturdy body and beautiful coat.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!