Broken Prince Novels & Stories

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped. “Oh my gad, are you kidding me??” he exclaimed in surprise. The others rushed to see his screen and were just as surprised. “Bro, what the hell?? You’re royalty??” Derrick asked with wide eyes. “Prince of Zagreh?!” Ally exclaimed, reading from Alex’s phone. Their reactions were amusing but I understood them. “You’re a Prince?!” They seemed very shocked. I went on to tell them how extremely disrespectful I was, as well every other negative habit I had. I told them of how I was tricked into coming to New York and how I had no choice but to live according to the conditions.

The pieces of the puzzle were aligning, and it was up to me to decipher their meaning and uncover the hidden truths that lay beneath the surface. The information that had come to light left me in a state of bewilderment. A male with striking green eyes and midnight-dark hair, bearing the same birthmark as mine on his shoulder. The very same mark that had been deemed the mark of the alpha king over generations. It was a symbol of power and lineage, a mark that held immense significance within the royal bloodline. And yet, the irony was palpable — that I, the oft-dismissed prince of the palace, was the one who had inherited this sacred mark.

She turned when she noticed me ,she had tears in her eyes . "Who are you?"she asked but I scoffed. Here she goes with her drama . I walked over to where she was and snatched the picture from her ,it was a picture of me and my parents in the throne room. "Who I am is none of your business ,I replied rudely . I felt like strangling her at that moment. "Who are you?"she asked again and I sigh . "Yes I am a prince ,I am prince Asim Berlin crowned prince of Alexandria , and those are my parents.I know I lied about my identity for my selfish reasons ,but what about you huh?I questioned but she only looked at me confused.

“Yes…everyone hates the Dark Prince. No kid wants me as their friend. Mr. Blue understood me, but…but, they killed him.” My tear-stained cheek was wiped by my little hands, only for fresh tears to occupy them. “I’m Ambroz, my father is a Vampire Elder. Don’t cry? I’ll be your friend,” I walked towards him, taking one last look at my cat. “Y-You’re not scared?” He nodded a ‘no’. “I’m Javier Zapetero, the Crown Prince.” ~Back to reality~ “You helped me bury Mr. Blue that day,” I stated, only for his hands to wrap around my shoulder blade. We walked around the palace, conversing and reminiscing the good old days.

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

His voice slowly rose and there was no trace of calmness in it anymore, "I am Zayn Hendrixson, crowned prince of the kingdom of Baridoki, rightful heir to the throne" Zayn paused and gave them time to consume the information as they whispered amongst themselves. He took a few steps forward and stood face to face with the scarred face warrior who looked him straight in the eyes with no atom of fear within him. Zayn let out a soft smile and whispered, "You called me a fool, didn't you?" "Of course, I did" He responded blatantly. The prince nodded and tilt his face was him to the watching crowd, "Did you hear that?"

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.