Books Like The False Prince Novels & Stories

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

"I am honored, that's actually my plan. As I said earlier when we were in the river, I am lazy reading books. But now that you are here, I think I will start exploring some good books!" "Yes, the story was nice and it has a happy ending. I'm sure you will not forget the Prince of Egypt once you read that book. He was an amazing Prince!" "Really? Hearing that makes me more excited. Is this based on a true event?" "Not really, it's a fictional book inspired by some experience of the one who wrote it!" answered Charlotte. "That's fine. I'll try to stay awake while you read that book. And I want to hug you while you're reading it!"

I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text. The book talked about King Alaric, Prince Keith's father who was tragically cut down in a bloody palace coup, he also lost his wife Queen Isolde during the war, and their son, Prince Keith, the rightful heir to the throne, was left... with broken legs. I stared at the book for a while as different thoughts swirled in my head, this incident had happened ten years ago.

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

Lisa followed behind her with an unreadable expression. "Don't worry," Lisa muttered as she slid behind the counter again. "You handled it fine. He flirts with anything that breathes." Aurora arched a brow. "So he does that often?" "Only when he's in a good mood," Lisa said, then paused. "You got lucky." Jeremiah gave Aurora a low whistle. "You met the snow king himself and lived to tell it. Impressive." "Is that what people call him?" "Some do," Lisa said, lowering her voice. "Kyram Vladimir. He runs half the damn import scene west of the Rockies. Too clean to catch, too rich to touch. Men like him buy silence with gold and loyalty with blood."

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

"What's worse is the fact that Our King felt the need to collude with our long enemies the vampires, in this sham of an alliance," "That's not even why I came. I came because I heard that the prince is still alive. If he is, then a fight might break out since he must have plans to take his rightful place as king," "I heard that too, and many people have sworn to have seen him in the kingdom," "Can you all lower your voices? King Fera might be a female but have all forgotten how easily she had squashed all protests and dissatisfaction towards her reign. If I were you, I would simply keep quiet and wait for the ball to start,"

They didn’t think that the usually amiable king could actually do such a thing! “Maybe… maybe there was just a misunderstanding…” Vira muttered, trying to find a reason to clear the royal family of guilt. “Sister.” Lovis called. “It is true.” He said. Vira looked at him. “Because I read it in a book before.” Lovis spoke. “I just… didn’t expect that the person who did such atrocious sin would be the king.” He told her. Vira’s entire body trembled and Yris immediately treated her again to stabilize the child on her stomach.

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".

But then it did aptly suit my character, as you well know by now. Doris licked her lips as she read the racy narration. If this book was as good as its two predecessors, she was in for another night of her life. She turned the page and took a deep breath. ‘He said he was a Prince of some exotic country in Eastern Europe, and it was his eighteenth birthday. A day when he becomes a man, and that this was his birthday present from his uncle, the king. I believed every word he said, and he sure looked the part. The private villa, the cars,