Books About Princes Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, the Princes are equally popular with their younger sisters. Noble girls are competing to get close to the sons of the king who are famous for being handsome and charming. The authoritative Prince Robin, the ideal future king for his people, Prince Nicholas who always steals the hearts of women, Prince Matthew who is smart and calm, Prince Randall who is handsome and dashing, Vincent and David are cheerful and humorous, Claude is cold and mysterious, Alexei the gentle and sweet and the charismatic Richard. While Jerome is not very popular with women even though he is quite handsome, in the eyes of women, he is not that attractive. In fact, Nathania, who had just arrived, was approa

It's okay for me to have a hard time at first if in the end it will bring back too much. I admire the Prince in front of me even more now. I’m obsessed with the mindset he has. In this kind of conversation, I gradually got to know him. The Prince I only often see talk to and I thought I would never be with him for this long, now I can get discouraged. The third Son, Prince of King Valor, was kind. It is only blocked by his ruggedness and coldness.

“My brothers.” “Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.” “I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled. “There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.” “And the most cruel?” “The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”

"Some days, not even that," Phoebe replied. "Court emergencies take precedence over personal time." Elliot studied the scene with calculating eyes. The guards maintained their vigilant positions, never turning their backs on the princess even in this supposedly private moment. Stevens stood slightly closer than the others, his attention divided between Elizabeth and the surrounding garden in a way that suggested he was her primary protector. "What's she reading?" Buck asked, squinting to make out the book in her hands. "Fiction, most likely," Phoebe said. "The king permits novels from the approved royal collection—stories of adventure and distant lands that pose no political risk."

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself, Princess." The sudden voice made Seraphina jump, but she did not panic. She turned her head and saw Lucan, the youngest prince, walking out from behind a large willow tree. He was carrying a small leather notebook under his arm, and his dark hair was a bit messy from the wind. He didn't look angry or mean. He just looked curious, his calm eyes studying her bare feet dipping into the cold water

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

Wrong day. I yanked Elena out of their hands like removing a dagger from a stranger’s belt and placed her behind me without touching her face, because some things are for private rooms and other things are for the world. Gasps rose like birds. Two princes faced each other across six feet of carpet: one born to a title, one who built his own crown out of steel and debts paid. “Careful,” the prince said in that quiet that makes men lean forward to hear their own death. “Don’t forget your place.”