Belle Prince Adam Novels & Stories

The way she twisted her fingers was a simple act yet it brought sparks to my dead heart. “Now that your papa is gone, can I talk to you?” I asked. The words were strange in my mouth for I had never felt the need to seek or ask for anything from anyone. I was used to just taking. But with Belle, my very soul wanted only to do things that would make her feel comfortable. “Oh, and you can call me Adam.” She nodded, acknowledging my name and I caught her testing it out silently. When she was satisfied, she looked up and said, “Adam, I wanted to speak with you too. Shall we go to your study?”

never before he felt this kind of feelings. .... Sam couldn't digest the fact that leaving the princess like her behind Adam would dance with the random girl from the party. She went to confront him and walked behind him upstairs. Georgina notices this and follows them. Georgina also followed both behind and peek from behind pillar in the corridor. Sam comes behind Adam and says, "I had heard Prince Adam Richardson is a perfect gentleman, but he didn’t ask for dance even." She was trying to flirt with him, Adam turned around gave her a look, have you also heard that ladies wait for gentlemen to ask for dance, not questions them." he gave her curt reply.

Even if Adam was a good boyfriend, she could not do anything except feel bad for him. Before Anastasia could turn him down, a voice behind them interrupted. "Your Highness, Her Highness is waiting for you." "Your Highness?" Anastasia turned to Adam as she was more than just surprised. The man gave a short bow. "Yes, Prince Ahmed of Noorstan." Anastasia’s sharp eyes darted to Adam who looked like he had been caught in a lie. Without missing a beat, she addressed the man. "Prince Ahmed and I go way back. Would you be kind as to give us just five more minutes to catch up?"

the deep voice replied. My eyes fixed on him.... Prince Adam. He was dressed in black pants and a black shirt. His attire appeared formal. As if he came out of some business meeting. A man with a perfect body and face with strength and power, women really worshipped him. But his curse and the infamous reputation really changed everything. "You are ignoring me for that silly girl, right? Who is she? She doesn't have any family background, no home, no shelter, nothing! I heard from Vaila that she is an orphan. Why didn't you make her a maid instead?"

Adam hung up and looked at her with a twisted grin. “You know, Bella… I used to like you. You’re beautiful. Perfect body.” He brushed a finger along her neckline. Arabella recoiled in disgust. No. She wouldn’t let him do this. Without warning, she lunged forward and smashed her forehead against his. “Shit!” Adam cursed, staggering back. He had underestimated her. “Go ahead, Princess Arabella,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fight all you want—before the real fun begins.”

Arianna asked. “Where would you like us to go?” “Disneyland!” she replied excitedly before she continued. “We would both wear costumes. I will be Princess Rapunzel, and you will be Princess Belle, and you, Bambi, will be Prince Adam, the Beast.” How ironic. Princess Belle was Prince Adam’s prisoner, wasn’t she? Except that she was Adam’s prisoner by choice to take the place of her father. “Perfect,” I smiled at her. In her innocence, she considered a honeymoon as just a day out.

A figure emerged from the front door of the house. In a flash, the figure got in front of us, standing just a few feet away from where I stood. It was a man, with thick brown hair and a full beard. “Adam, I would like for you to meet the Princess, the true heir to the Alpha King’s throne,” Selene walked into the space beside me as she spoke, “and Your Highness, I would love for you to meet Adam. The great-grandson of Queen Idara.” Adam’s lips spread into a smile as he extended his hand to me, “A True Alpha in the flesh. It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Princess Ariel.”

Adam called out her name again, his face etched with genuine concern, waiting for an explanation or a sign of what was troubling her. Tears streamed down Bella's face as she uttered her words, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. She looked at Adam, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "Do you realize that you're the only person who has ever called me Bella besides my dad?" Adam's gaze met Bella's, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before finally finding his voice. "Bella," he called her name softly, as if needing to confirm the reality of the moment.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

It was taking so long and her neck was hurting so much, "Oh hail the magnificent and pristine Prince Caspian and his maiden guest Princess Nadia from Gloucester." Aurora felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice bucket of water on her, Caspian the Caspian she served as the prince. How had she not known this? Why had Madam Beatrice not told her? This was not known knowledge as to whom the Prince was and it was only a few who knew. It was all her fault for not doing research as to whom he was, Aurora had of course known that he held an important position but not that high.