Novel & Cerita Books About A Prince

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.

“And daughters.” Lisa’s face crumpled instantly. “No.” “Our kingdom has always secured peace through royal marriage offerings,” I whispered. “And this century… they chose me.” Lisa immediately shook her head. “Then let them take gold instead!” “They won’t,” Father said hoarsely from behind us. “They specifically demanded a royal bride this century.” Lisa opened her mouth to argue, but I stepped closer to her, my gaze fierce. "Lisa! The prince isn't just a scary story. He is the Commander of the entire realm's army. He has never lost a single war. If we give them an excuse for war, he will lead the slaughter himself."

Other demanded for cup of coffee, and Jessica prepared and he thought Sharon and her mom how to prepare the coffee and some other things, When Prince was led to his bed In the hall, his bag fell, and all the treasures that his mom gave him poured on the floor, and Jessica sighted the treasures, and Jessica hastily rushed down to the prince bedside, and she asked, “Is this not diamond and gold,?“ “Yeah,” the prince retorted, “This Is very expensive here, let me help you pack them Into the bag,” Jessica said, “No, no, don't bother yourself, I have people who can do that for me,” the prince said, and he called the palace guards, and they Immediately came and they gathered all the treasures and

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

He told her. "I don't plan to." She replied. Luciana searched through the racks of book, but most of them didn't contain what she was looking for. They were mainly about the history, abilities and the classes of vampires and werewolves. She could only guess that the ones that she's looking for were not available for the public. "Nothing piqued your interest?" She suddenly heard a deep voice behind her. She turned around, only to come face to face with the prince. She bowed in greeting, before raising up her head to look at him. He had never met a human so not intimidated by him.

I questioned, curious about the Prince. Alex glanced at his father before answering, as if seeking approval or guidance. The King nodded subtly, encouraging him to share. "I'm delving into the history of our realm, magic, and ancient civilizations. It's quite fascinating." Images of the secret room that the Prince showed me yesterday flashed through my mind. That made sense. He seemed fascinated by the volumes of books he had in his possession. I wondered how many of them he had read. "That sounds interesting," I said, hoping that my tone didn't suggest I might already know some information on the subject. "Any particular reason for those subjects?"

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

But it was not the King Regent who captured my attention. It was him. Prince George. The pictures in the media, the painted portraits, the royal articles… none of them had prepared me for the sight of him in person. He stood tall, dressed in royal navy and gold, his presence powerful yet calm. His hair was the color of midnight, his jawline sharp, and his eyes oh, those eyes held a secret, a storm, and a strange gentleness all at once. The sun caught the edge of his smile, and I knew right then that the media had done him no justice.

Give try this book and might be you will find Ryan Wolf more cunning than Joseph Welton. A royal prince lust for an innocent girl. The coming projects : “Falling in love with the devil” Amber and Ivan's story. “His Hidden child” Stephen and Olive's story. “His Obsession” Arthur and Maria's story.