Captive Prince Short Stories Novels & Stories

He laid on the couch and continued the story. A few hours later, Jimmy found himself in the main hall, surrounded by the servants. He was telling them one of the stories he wrote back in his world. The story about a young prince who chose a commoner over a thousand and made him his husband. All the creatures were dreaming with the beautiful romantic story. They were eager to know how the two princes were going to fall in love and how the king of another kingdom was going to conquer a handsome knight. Jimmy found strange happiness in telling them what his imagination created. He smiled every time they would widen their eyes or squeal and clapped their hands when the king finally kissed his kn

kashvi gasped with the sudden sound which echoed enough loud to frighten her since the house was dead silent, due to it she came back to her real situation where she saw that her book has fallen from her hands, resting on the floor. She picks up a book and opened it to read for some time, she is reading a novel that has a kind of Cinderella story theme in it. she imagined herself being Cinderella but the defence is that her family is good with her but the man who is her husband is her kidnapper and life ruiner. Not keeping up anymore with her weak self kashvi dropped into a deep sleep. . . It's noon and the sun is setting down making the sky go read in its shyness by the sun's love.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

*** Writer’s POV: A new week began and it was back to work. Saïda had started avoiding being in the same room, alone with Asahd. This amused the mischievous Prince who seemed to be having a good time. He allowed her to believe she could run away for some time. He had no worries. Asahd had always been very confident. He knew that he’d already seduced Saïda and that she would soon be in his arms, without wanting to run or escape.

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.

“What do you want to do in our ten minutes, my princess?” “Tell me a story.” “Okay. I will tell you the story of the sad prince who met the happy fairy.” That was the story Amir told her every night, it spoke of how he fell in love with Samanta and how he had to fight the king to have him let them marry and how the prince had to fight a terrifying dragon that threatened with stealing his fairy. In time, the story got richer fiction, to the point there were giants and purple bunnies, characters that Aháva added to the storyline.

“Sugar, no! How about you continue the story?” I sat back down on my seat, excited to tell Leo one of my childhood favorite stories, “Didn’t you say you weren’t interested? Anyway, do you know the prince was already married to a princess from an ally kingdom? But the problem is, she was barren. She couldn’t bear the prince a child. Some say it’s the prince who is barren and has never impregnated anyone like his brothers. So the prince went on an adventure and met this girl that gave him not one child but two. Now here comes the climax, in the prince kingdom a set of twins are killed at birth and are considered abominations. Twins are curses to the land and since he is the next king he can’t

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

He told Raine. Raine felt like he wanted to stop listening now. Now, there are demons! He thought and sighed, guessing that the demons are the villains in this story. Unfortunately, though, he happened to be the reincarnation of the protagonist of the story! Raine felt his head hurt. Yris saw Raine’s expression and secretly smiled, guessing what the other was thinking. “Along the way, the princess almost died as she was fighting alone.” He continued. “Fortunately, the princess didn’t die and even managed to gain allies.” He said.

“Follow me…” A voice commanded in a deep voice. The order of the team was strict and very professional, and it was obvious that they weren’t simple. “Our intel, says that both the prince of the Blodinek kingdom is here along with the princess of our kingdom. Our job is to kidnap her. We refuse to allow this alliance to go as expected. The two Kingdoms must never come together,” He said, looking around at each of them with conviction, glad to see that they had just as much as he did.