Books About A Prince Novels & Stories

There wasn't much information, as with all the other books she had combed through. The book only discussed him falling in love with a Fae woman before an eligible Queen stepped up after the untimely murder of his Fae bride-to-be. The Queen then ruled the Kingdom during that time while the Prince grieved, refusing to take on his kingly duties. There were no known children of the Fae Prince, with the new Queen's children taking the throne after she died. The book then went on to a chapter on the demise of the Queen and the Prince. The royal suite somehow caught fire in their sleep, and they died trapped in their room. The fire was put out after it spread through one wing of the palace, which w

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

He canst believe that early in the morning, he would be graced a visit from the future king of the land as well as the rumored tribal princess. “Secure me a copy of the first book as well as the other two.” Came an order from the prince. “Yes. By all means, your highness.” The prince then turned to the princess and asked her about something while the author had his eyes on them for a while. He frowned at his own realization or was it only his wild imagination? “We shall take our leave.” The prince spoke as he guided that petit princess up to the door.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”

The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things. I hesitate at his bedside drawer. Looking around is one thing but it becomes snooping when I’m looking into drawers. Imagining him catching me in the act makes me cringe but I really want to know what someone like him hides away. Biting on my lip, I pull the first drawer open and it opens soundlessly. It’s nearly empty, I observe with a sigh of relief. There are a few books, some tools. The books are philosophical and I gently lift them to find a picture frame. Pulling it out, I observe with a little amusement that I’m looking at a teenage Prince Ismir, before his Shifting. He and his father stand properly, s

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

I am fine", he replied. Fife handed him the snacks, "thanks", he said as he took it. They both ate in silence. "do you know what happened to the princess?", Theodore asked Fife. "I only know a little, back then when the princess was around our age, she was a avid reader of books just like you. She was responsible for the establishment of the library, she used to travel to far away lands to get books. She went on one of such trips. and she came back different, she was depressed and melancholic. The king tried to find out what was wrong with her, but she refused to talk. Eventually she started behaving weird and it gradually escalated to her condition now".