Charlie Prince Novels & Stories

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

The cold hearted prince ❄️(I melted his heart 💧) Luma writes ✍️ Chapter Seventeen Warning ⚠️: Don't comment next on my posts please..🙏 💎 Prince Jason's POV 💎 I was walking, when I noticed the witch wasn't behind me.I went back out ,and I saw her hand in the air ,she wanted to slap Evelyn,I caught her hand in mid air . "How dare you try to lay your filthy fingers on my best friends girlfriend"I said , and I pushed her so hard that she fell to the ground...

A man sitting on the couch said in a flat tone. "Can't I get some privacy" Luciel complained loudly. Zaris didn't bother to give a reply to Luciel's outburst and just remained quiet. Luciel and Zaris have known each other for years now but they never really called each other friends, they were more like partners. Zaris is always the one who cleans up after Luciel's mess. He was like his back bone, but they never shared a relationship of friends. It is more like work relationship, and they were cool with that. Any time Luciel does his works unfinished, Zaris would send his men to do the finishing touches and leave a clean job. Zaris was also about 600 years but Luciel was a little older. He i

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

Sheena suggested. “ I will see to it, now that is my problem. Now tell me who is this Prince Charming? Is he doing the same course as us? What are his plans?” I started rambling. Leena breathe. I will tell you everything. He studies with me. He is from Ajmer. There his family owns a chain of hotels. They have a tour and travel agency. His elder brother runs an art gallery that depicts the rich culture of Rajasthan. He will assist his brother till he is capable and then he will be the VP. " Sheena told me everything she knew about the guy.

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

“Hey, Charlie, my man? That’s not how you play, man. You can’t just hog the ball like that—” “F*ck what you think, loser! Who the f*ck are you to stop me, huh? This is how I’ve always played basketball!” Charlie snarled. “Tell you what, I’ve never lost a single game throughout my life. I’m number one, and no one—I repeat, no one—has ever kept up with me!”

I had to scream at whoever it is. Then surprisedly Charlie stepped out of the car with a bottle of the drink he was drinking at the restaurant. For some weird reasons I moved back a little bit, away from him. He looks wasted. He rubbed his eyes then staggered towards me. I kept moving back till I got to my car. "Cha.. Charlie?" I called getting scared, scared of his state. "Hi princess," he said and chuckled like there was something funny. He got closer to me and stopped then rubbed his eyes again.