Books About Princes Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat, making him say, “Are you sure about this today or will you leave again?” “What is your name, Sir?” I asked the first thing I want to know adding the gesture, I would have added if he was my boss. “You don’t know my name?” he asked, and I can see that he is shocked from his tone. “I may have forgotten. What is it?” I asked him again. “I am Prince of Ivaan, and you don’t know my name?” he asked, turning around to stare at me. “Prince? What Prince?” I asked him in shock with wide eyes, and he stared back at me with wide eyes.

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.

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

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.

The Crown Prince's detailed report had me hooked for a while, though. He was a hotblooded prince. But Prince? it even hurt my conscience to call him that. To think that the quality of purebloods had degraded to that level, it was more than just an insult. The real definition was that a prince was someone composed, all- rounded. Someone who could fight, not just with swords, guns, and fangs, but with their brains too. Someone who could strategise, plan, and subdue an enemy kingdom without needing to be physically there.

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

The Ceremony began the Elite taking the podium just off to the side, “I of The Elites welcome all of Ziion to a momentous occasion here today. Five days ago we mourned the passing of our King. Today we are here for Princess Rota, his daughter. But first I want to share with you a pre-recording of Princess Rota, sharing about some of Ziion’s amazing history she had recently discovered. The huge pieces of white Fabric lowered from the sides to form a curtain in front of the coffin, and Princess Rota image was projected onto them. Hello all of Ziion, I am Princess Rota and I have an amazing story to tell you of a lost princess of Ziion but first I need to go back in time to the Sixth King of Zi

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

The prince nodded his head a couple of times in understanding before reaching for an old-looking book from the top of the bookshelf. "What is this?" I asked when he handed me the book without any explanation. "Take a look at what's inside; I think it's self-explanatory," Prince Leonard replied. I wasn't sure why it was the case, but I couldn't help feeling very uneasy as I took the book from his hand. I slowly flipped through the pages to find old photographs of people that I did not recognize. Most of them were family portraits of people who seemed wealthy. At first, nothing caught my attention apart from the fact that there were always children and girls present in the family portraits, wh