Crown Prince: Book Novels & Stories

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

Saint makes eye contact and frowns at me, I just roll my eyes at him. My head is still on overdrive from what the spirits have been saying on repeat since I woke up. THE GOLDEN KINGDOM IS ONCE AGAIN IN THREAT FROM ENEMIES OF OLD. DECEPTION CAN GUIDE THE TRUE PINK QUEEN DOWN THE WRONG ROAD, WHEN THE BOND THAT SHOULD DOES NOT ARRIVE. WHILE THE GOLDEN PRINCE FALLS AT THE FEET OF DARKNESS LIKE HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE. BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK.

Harlow, you've got family calling. Downstairs, there he was, Bennett, all dapper in a tailor-made suit, clutching a bouquet like some twisted Romeo. Behind me, my father sat in his wheelchair, his hospital attire hidden beneath a sharp, custom-made suit, his hair perfectly combed. He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!"

The Crown Prince answered and looked away, avoiding eye contact. The servants simply bowed, but their faces showed that they were not convinced. "Ah... don't follow me anymore." The Crown Prince said. "Where are you going, Your Highness?" Master Ken asked, concerned. "I'm going to the garden to read a book." He replied. It was already dark when the Crown Prince arrived at the garden. He waited outside for Eunuch Dom, who was tasked to get the book he would read. "Your Highness, here it is," Eunuch Dom said breathlessly.

Unlike someone I know (crown prince) . Even though the crown prince is shameless , indecent jerk ; He governs the country well and cares for people and make provisions to the outskirts of the city due to famine despite the church malicious actions . He's indeed a well ruler. There's also Magic tower in this world , but it's like a secret base . Only higher nobles knows about it . My first goal is to avoid villainess ORKHIS ANEMONE , daughter of Duke WILLIAM ANEMONE and there is her elder brother and heir of the ANEMONE , but he's not mentioned in the novel I read .

"I know she likes you." Prince Ron clenched his fists as he glared at Prince Kayziel with determination. "I'm not that stupid, Kayziel. I am the Crown Prince of Ashenmore which means that you're not only getting my body but you're getting my Kingdom along with it so it's either all or nothing."

The car doors swung open in unison, and a stream of figures in black poured into the banquet hall. Beneath their jackets, the subtle outlines of guns hinted at danger, a chill of menace in the air. A bodyguard with utmost respect opened the door of the central stretch limo. William Vincent, the iron-fisted ruler of Northland's shadowy corners, clad in a sleek black trench coat, walked over the glittering carpet of broken glass towards me. He was the man behind the mysterious calls, my mentor in all things firearms, my ace in the hole. William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants.

**A CLIP FROM THE FUTURE/ PROLOGUE*** "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera said to the crown prince. It's funny how she was just stalking him a few months ago, not until she read the contents of the book entitled "The Princess and her Happy Ever After.” She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. That was her routine, not until she read the book that the handsome mysterious man gave her. Thinking about it now, it was too strange to receive gifts from a stranger on the street.

He was there. The crown prince. Not in his throne room or with his advisors, but here half in shadow, a book abandoned in his hand. His dark eyes found her immediately, sharp as a blade unsheathed. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just looked at her as if she’d trespassed into his mind, not merely his library. She dropped into a clumsy curtsy. “Your Highness I beg your pardon. The storm, I”

Crown Prince thought, “That’s it. Keep up those crocodile tears. Keep pretending. I am going to tear you apart today. I won’t let you get away so easily.” He walked towards the Emperor and Empress. The Emperor stared at Crown Prince as he edged up closer. “I will be happy to explain myself.” Princess Kay’s eyes widened. “Oh, no is he really planning to tell out my secrets?” she thought. She bit her lower bottom lip. “He wouldn’t, right? He promise,” she continue thinking.