Captive Prince Novels & Stories

I will be your maid here, so order me what you want, please. Lian smiles at her fondly: Thank you, Lisa; you are really cute. shyly Lisa: Thank you, ma'am. Lynn licks her lips together. Lisa, may I ask a question? Lisa nodded quickly. Of course my lady is an American. Lian Potter: What is the safest What is the name of His Highness the Prince? Surprised Lisa: He is His Highness. Prince Maxus, the sixth prince among his brothers Lian is surprised:

Then his eyes flicked, very briefly, toward the stairs behind him. "Highness. His Majesty said no one was to question the prisoner until he'd come himself." "His Majesty isn't here." "He said…" "Captain." Adrian kept his voice quiet. "I am the crown prince. A woman was nearly taken in front of this entire Court, and I intend to know who sent the men who did it. Open the door." The captain looked at him for a long second. Then, slowly, he took the key from his belt. The cell was small. One lamp, one stool, one narrow cot against the wall. And on the stool, bound at wrists and ankles, a man.

Because he was alone, Prince closed his eyes and recited his chanting code after commander Angy Sly and co had left before chanting in the metal barrier. Prince continues to chant to revitalize his inner power. As Princess Natasha had finished her bath, she also sat cross legs, and she sang in solitude, a special aura surrounded Prince in the cage. After she had dressed, Princess Natasha descended to his Majesty's hall, where she noticed a handsome young man she had seen in her dream standing in a metal cage with a yellowish glow surrounding him. Princess hadn't stood for a while to watch that attractive young man before concluding that it was he she saw in her dream and he was the one who h

I glare at him from my spot on the floor, I'm sure I look anything but intimidating right now, more like an angry toddler who just landed on their butt. I can't seem to see James or Vincent anywhere, that's strange I think to myself but shrug it off as I begin to be dragged forward. I'm dragged through a large hall, through huge wooden doors into what looks like a throne room. Before me sits a large man draped in a purple cape with a golden crown perched upon his head full of hair, I assume that he is the king. I've never met the king before or seen him in person but I have seen pictures and he seems to fit the profile. Next to him is seated a young man who is no older than 23 or 24, he too

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

"Don't worry about it, we have staff. All you have to do is give the final say. All the money earned from the club will be yours, not mine, so you will have some sort of independence." "Says the man to his captive," I rolled my eyes, "I don't want you giving me things... Especially not an entire business!" He sighed, "Gattina, please. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how sorry I am for being... me. I don't know how else to do that yet, so please accept this." I looked back down at the papers, "I'll think about it." "Good. Now, would you like to go out for breakfast?"

“You have a visitor, sir.” “I’m not expecting anyone at this moment. And Storm might be stuck in traffic.” “Sir, it’s a prince.” A what now? Then a well-built blond in a black suit walked in. “May I present, His Royal Highness, Prince Camren Thayer Aleksei Keoni Gattewarde Braynburd of Triberis Capria.” “That’s a mouthful, Lud,” That must be the Prince in a well-tailored blue suit and light purple tie dismissing the blond, his protective detail.

I gritted, moving against him to escape his hold, "Let go of me!" "You see, that's where you are the wrong princess." His grip tightened, pulling me up against him till I felt my feet lose contact with the ground, and my toes dangling in the air. He brought his face down to mine, touching his nose against mine and pressing his lips to my cheek before moving to my ear. His lips skimmed against it, and he began a ghostly whisper, "I own you." "We are enemies."

Cayden turned to look at me and then I shook my head in disapproval before turning to look at the father and son. “Who are you?” I asked the son. “I asked you a question first! What are you doing here?!” He bawled at me as he led his father to a chair that had been brought. “My Queen.” Shrilly said as he crept beside me. “His name is Kata. He’s the Prince here, the ruler of the Trencher Hole.” Shrilly explained. I turned to look at the Kata guy. “The Rogues have a Prince?” Andrea said but from the way she said it, I could tell she found it funny.

“Your highness, I assure you that your generosity is well appreciated, but this woman is not like others, she is strong willed and defiant, she will not bend easily and doesn’t have the characteristics of a good slave because she has not been tamed yet, we have other more compliant ones.” The Prince merely arched his eyebrow; his expression was unreadable as he locked the guard in with his gaze. “It is precisely what I find intriguing, now I will not repeat it again, I want the girl now.” “Y-y-yes your highness.” Replied the guard with shaky voice “What about the lord?” The old guard said in a whisper maybe forgetting that the Prince could hear even a pin drop.