Belle Prince Adam Novels & Stories

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

HIS NEXT TARGET: "Doing as you wish, my Princess." He answered and raised the sword up. Before Princess Joanna could scream for help, he had sliceda the sword through her stomach, nearly cutting her into two. Before her body would touch the ground, he caught her and carried her to her bed dropping her gently. "Y-you are t-he ki-kille..." "Killer? I am the killer." Adam said, confirming the dying Princess's suspicion. "And I am doing your last wish. You are staring at my handsome face while you die."

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

I ask, raising an eyebrow. Adam lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his long locks of hair. “I can’t explain it.” He says quietly, staring off into the distance. “I feel drawn towards the Princess and a strong urge to protect her has settled within me.” His eyes lock on mine. “It could be because she is a Princess of Hell, but I have other theories as well.” He mumbles the last part under his breath. “Any theories that you would like to share with me?” I ask him.

she mused, her smile widening. “With everyone on my side now, I can finally ruin you two…” She had intentionally gotten close to Adonis to figure out his weakness, but so far there seemed to be nothing. After seeing what happened to Adam, she knew she had to be extra careful. Why in the world did Adam go to Adonis’ room to kill him? Belle still wasn’t sure. That wasn’t her order. Her skill left a lasting mark on a person, but she needed to maintain proximity occasionally to ensure its effects remained active.

Belle knew she wasn’t the prince’s mate, thanks to the cloaking spell Gladdis had put on her, her mate wouldn’t be able to find her until the spell was removed, so she knew she should intervene but watching Layke be so possessive over her was a serious turn on. Immi shot Belle a look, telling her she needed to say something, snapping Belle out of her lustful trance. Tuning back into reality, Belle stepped out from behind Layke and sent a sympathetic smile to the Prince. “I’m not your mate, trust me.” She half chuckled. The irony of her life lately was too much. Prince Henrie cocked his head, confused as to why she wouldn’t feel the bond. “You’re not twenty-one yet?” he questioned.

He asked Nate. Nate let out an exasperated sigh as he introduced us. "Adam, this is Princess Rosalie from Thalia. Rose, this is my older brother Prince Adam." Brother? Well now that I've gotten a closer look at him, I could see the resemblance. Although Adam's hair is blonde, his eyes are green like Nate's. They share the same jawline, angular nose, and dimples when they smile. "Call me Adam." "Uhh.....nice to meet you...., Adam. Please call me Rose." Putting my lessons on, I curtsied. Adam chuckled and elbowed his little brother.

More like love… “Aunt Lira, my mom is the best. Isn’t she?” Adam proudly whispered at her. He was wearing a black tuxedo. Of all the kids in the city, Lira had no doubts that Adam was the most handsome and different. Without any effort, Adam’s look was like an elite and he was like a son of royals. A prince. Lira couldn’t help to wonder who’s Adam’s father. He must be a king. Lira shook her head to get rid of her crazy thoughts about Adam’s father.