As You Wish Prince Novels & Stories

“You are not going, are you?” The Prince sighed when he saw Penn without a load or any possession with her. “No, I am not. What gave you the idea that I will say yes?” Penn rolled her eyes. The prince felt angrier than he had ever been. This annoying little nobody thought he was so special and amazing to have a prince want his company and he had the power to refuse the prince. “Nothing, in fact I am glad that you said no. you complain so much about me when if you are in my shoes, you will not be half as good as I am when it comes to implementing edicts and laws which my people need.”

“I can just lay around in the underworld, lounging uselessly. Heckling you from the sidelines.” “You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss. He just grins. “Try me, Princess.” “Fine,” I say, grinning back at him, meaning it. “I swear it, on my family name. If I can use the wish to bring you back alongside my other intentions, I’ll do it. Gladly.” “Then we’ve got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. I reach for it instantly, intending to give him a nice hearty shake. But, of course, my hand moves right through his.

I closed my eyes and earnestly asked. They say, this wishing well is miraculous so I hope my request will be heard. I earnestly ask. At the same time as my eyes awoke I threw the coins I was holding into the well. "What did you ask for?" I turned to the speaker. He was already beside me and looking at me seriously. Every time our eyes met, I couldn’t help but stare back at him. He is waiting for my answer. I smiled at him. "I wish you would finally remember me." I hope you still remember me, Prince Arsh.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

But he still needed to move her. After hesitating for a while he touched the princess and found that Princess Filuna wasn’t moving at all, he mustered more courage and nervously embraced the stiff body of her and whispered to her ears, "You know, you are too cruel. What happened till now was just a dream. I wish it wasn't a dream. I wish I could live with you my whole life. You know, I always wanted a wife like you. But it's just a dream that everything will go away when I wake up. You won't exist anymore. Goodnight, my dream queen."

Adella said. Chantae continued. “And this is my wish." She paused and drew in a deep breathe. "Oh great sea, grant my wish today!" She chanted three times. "And my wish is to marry prince Dylan!" She finished. "What?!" Adella gasped with a deep frown on her face. "Chantae, why are you like this? You clearly know that princess Adella doesn't love any of the princes.” Calliope said. "Yes I know and I was only pulling at her tail. I was joking, forgive me my princess.” she apologized with a bow.

Ella was frozen in place on the couch with her teacup in her hand, the Prince's words echoing in her ears, "I want to make you my Queen, Ella." he had said. "Ella? Did you hear me?" Did she? Did she hear correctly? Was this Prince really wanting to take Ella, who secretly lives in a shed and accidentally spread the plague, as his future wife and queen? The morning before the ball, she had been daydreaming about the prince who was looking for a wife, but even with their small encounters and the single dance they had she never would have thought he would ask her so soon! Did she adore the man? Absolutely. And he clearly adored her, so what was the correct response? I think saying 'yes but you

“It may seem like a folly, but I have always wanted to see it for myself. And when Father died and I knew that I had to take up the crown upon my head, all I could think about is how I will never find the weeping rock, never whisper my wish upon it.” “And what is it that would you wish for, Theobald?” Archer smiled tightly at his mousy squire. I wish, he thought, that I did not have to be the King. The prince started walking towards the thicker bushes beneath a lithe fir tree, but had only gone a few steps when he heard Ernest scream. He immediately turned and ran towards the boy, seeing him on the ground. Upon reaching his squire, Archer held him by his shoulders and heaved him up.

“Get that shit away from me.” He laughed. “Come on, princess. Just try it.” I turned, glancing toward the foyer. Creed wasn’t there yet. I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to deal with my own anger, disappointment, exhaustion. So I said, “I’ll have one.” And one became two. Two became three. Three became four. Four became five. Six. And then—I couldn't remember anything else. I groaned, dragging a hand down my face,my head aching badly

I said. I dialed the burner number. He answered almost immediately, like he’d been waiting. “Prince,” he said. “I need you to do somethings for me,” I replied. “Now.” A pause. “You decided.” “I did.” His voice lowered. “How do you want to play it?”