Novel & Cerita Crown Prince: Book

I wanted to find this out a week ago. “My full name is Crown Prince Conor William Victor of the House of Rovitz.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s a mouth full. And that is without the other six titles I have…” I snuggled into his embrace. “That’s not your full name then!” I protested as he chuckled.

His credentials did not faze me, but the infant spirit at my side was all worked up, fists balled up tight. "Let me guess, you were a law student in the living world?" Silence. Then, as I signed, he murmured, "Juris Doctor." "Wow, a real brainiac. Sorry for not noticing." In my previous life, I only had one infant spirit and he was too young to spoke. But Jim wasn’t a standard “infant spirit.” He wasn’t a silent baby. He was clear-headed and could talk. Honestly, it felt kinda fascinating. The deed said everything above the old house's foundation was mine to handle.

Wade, seated in a wheelchair, was wheeled out. I stood by him, clad in black with lips painted a fierce red. My high heels crushed rose petals beneath, like a harbinger of doom. "Elena…" Rosa went ghostly white, gripping Marco's sleeve, shaking like a leaf. Marco tried to keep his cool, bellowing. "Elena! This is my wedding day! Are you trying to stage a coup right now?" I let out a soft laugh and clapped my hands. Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view.

I wanted to see the other side of him, the lonely Cedric Elijah, Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Phanteon. “I actually don’t know where to start,” I replied, and it was the truth. I wanted to interrogate him. I wanted to bombard him with questions, but I also didn’t want him to feel threatened or examined. I wanted to approach him with caution. The matter of us not brothers was a sensitive issue after all. But, fuck, I didn’t know how to open the topic. “You can start by giving me that book you’re holding,” he pointed out. “It seems to be the cause for your malady.”

30th January 2020 The Crown prince approached me today. I'd just finished another fight with Olson about him and he came to me. He asked what I was doing when I was obviously reading one of my favourite books. I ignored him and rolled his eyes. "I really love him Prestine, I know I am not in the position to love a citizen of Dullard and a man at that but I just love him so much and I can not lose him" He said kneeling beside me on my reading table.

The Crown Prince did not believe Alicia and failed to delve into her thoughts, into her pain and suffering. He failed to look at her, really look at her. He failed to see that a house lived inside her. She had secrets locked inside her house; her house was big and beautiful but… inside that house is full of secret rooms and hiding places once filled with innocent laughter and joy that turned to one of despair. Chuckling at what he thought was mere bragging, the Crown Prince said, “You can go now. I have nothing more to say.”

That Keres was the child of the empress from another man. Keres threw a fit that day that she can't do anything to ease him up. It was the truth, she couldn't deny it, and Keres shouldn't even be in the palace to begin with. If it weren't for the first empress, he wouldn't even be the crown prince. However, she didn't choose to support Keres because he is will be chosen as the crown prince nor when he was. The only reason she supported Keres is that she owes him her life.

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.