Books Like The False Prince Novels & Stories

“But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—” “Let’s say that this magic chamber do exists, still, we can’t personally see it and we always have the saying, ‘to see is to believe’ particularly to that kind of topic,” I said. “But the prince—” “Oh, how I hate that word. Don’t tell me you want to meet the prince too?” “Yeah, but the rumor that he is here is a fake one that spread like a wildfire because of those sick fans of him.” I laughed. “Yeah, right.”

His boss nodded and sighed, and Kingston heard the worry in it. “King, I need you to keep a close eye on him when he’s in the palace, and especially when he’s near Princess Romaine. A few years ago, he had no issue with her taking over the throne, as is her birthright. Now, however, I fear his mind has been corrupted by Alba, his mother. She never accepted King Hernando and Queen Dorothea as rulers of this country and, definitely, think the Princess is more or less an impostor. As for Thiago…”

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by

If they find out I’m a fraud, I’m getting hanged at the square. To make matters worse, the Crown Prince is handling the entire project. He might put me on his radar if I come into contact with him. Particularly if there is an out-of-place servant like me roaming around a ball filled with VIPs. He’ll handle my fate as easily as he handles anyone who crosses him.

He immediately came back and sit beside me in the bed. "Why is this the book you what you want me to read?” "Nothing. I just want to hear the story again. I like the scenes especially in the part where the prince finds out that his fiancé is not the real owner of the beautiful voice that he fell for” The smile disappeared from his lips. I smiled deep inside. It's fun to fool around with a pretender. “Why do you like it?” “No reason. I just love it how the prince dump the fake one”

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.

The middle-aged woman looked around before she whispered. "I heard that the Princess was interested in the books that you had here." The bulky man knitted his brows. "The books that I had, was there anything that a child like the Princess might be interested in?" "I don't know." The middle-aged woman shook her head. The bulky man was perplexed. Why was a pampered princess like her taking an interest in the books that he had? The books in his store were something that would surely be bought by His Highness, Imperial Prince Vernon. But Princess Minerva? Didn't she just turn five recently? Surely, what she was studying for now was about etiquette and magic.

I redraw one in the margins of my notebook, slower this time, making sure the lines actually make sense instead of just memorizing them. If I understand it, I don’t have to remember as much. The candy dissolves slowly while I work. The words are familiar enough to understand, but my brain keeps pulling them apart, twisting them into something else. I underline a paragraph twice. If crime follows money… then money follows power. And power always leaves a trail. A ledger somewhere. A deal someone remembers. A favour waiting to be collected. People think power hides itself. It doesn’t. It just buries the evidence under layers of respectability.

“You'll have to be among those ladies—” “Me?!” My voice comes out louder than intended. He ignores my outburst. “...I'll make the necessary arrangements. We’ll get you a fake family and you'll need to learn all you need to about being ready for the palace and being a noble lady. You must make the crown prince fall for you. At least by the end of the selection. Make sure you're among the top 4 he is supposed to choose.” This is nuts. “But I'm not an omega!” I protest.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.