American Prince Novels & Stories

There was a quick pause. "I don't know.." she whispered. "What do you mean you don't know? You've kept that book here your entire life while waiting for her to come back," the man uttered and she glared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry Prince Wesley," she sarcastically uttered. Prince Wesley? So his name is Wesley and he's a prince.. I looked at his face and noticed how he was also handsome. "Damn," I uttered as I stared at him and both of them looked at me with confusion. I cleared my throat and looked at the book again.

Rory apologized as we walked in. The Prince was staring out at his window. His back to us. "What is her name?" He asked without looking back. "Amaya Harkins, daughter of goddess Athena." Rory said. The Prince turned and faced me. Then I saw his face, his beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will. His mouth was a plump bow, his nose an aristocratic arrow. He's beautiful. The most beautiful I've seen. His eyes were blue, bright blue

Whipping my gaze to him, my breath hitched as I watch him position himself above me. “Let’s just say a virgin like you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with me,” He whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my core ache. And I hate it. Gritting my teeth, I look up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. He’s right. I’ve been a ball of nerves since he popped up in my room. I mean, who wouldn’t? Imagine getting out of the shower then find a smoking hot, dangerous and arrogant-looking outsider leaning against the wall of your room. With no bra or panties on, there’s only so much you could do to tell him off. Especially if the jerk is none other than the future alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pac

It’s only then, to allow a beta better access to my bindings, that the Alpha Prince finally lets go of my hand. The rest of the day feels like a blur. The Alpha Prince takes me away in his carriage, telling me he will take me back to the palace and that I will never be bullied again. It is possibly the most ridiculous thing a werewolf has ever said to a human. He calls me Maya a few times, and I finally correct him. “My name’s Amelia.” The Alpha Prince freezes, pinning me with a stare, and I realize they are the first words I’ve said to him since I’ve found out he’s royalty. “Pets are named by their masters,” he retorts. “And I’m naming you Maya.”

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

“Now this feels even more weird seeing you are thousand year old, older than them. What a pervy old man.” “Pervy old man? I can assure you that you are the only girl who I have blessed with my attention as I am blessed to have yours and as for ‘old man’, I am very able, Rosa. Strong enough to take down a lion and faster than a cheetah. Not even the so called terminator in your action movie can defeat me in the battle of strength let alone an arm wrestling.” “That’s because you are an immortal vampire prince! Only fools would want try to take on you.”

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

I shove him sideways, lying on the ground covered in blood and knowing I need to get out of here before more come, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, but clapping causes me to look to my right. "That was… truly… a sight to behold. I'll give it to Abaddon, he's a rubbish Alpha, but he clearly trained you well." A man offers me his hand to stand up and when I'm on my feet, I can't get over what I'm looking at. With his dark brown eyes, hair that's still mostly black and a face that looks just like mine. This man in front of me could be me, in like forty years or something, I just have no idea how that's possible unless I've got an uncle or something I never knew about.