Crowned Prince Book Novels & Stories

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

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.

the Alpha stammered as Ash raised an eyebrow. "My brother, the Crowned Prince Eoin, is currently in transition to the King title, and Gamma Chance here will be his Royal Gamma moving forward. Also, as I am sure you are aware, Gamma Danny's daughter was kidnapped by someone you associated with, so who I introduce as the royal Gamma should be the least of your worries. " Ash responded, allowing his aura to seep out. "We are here as advised to gather information and pass possible judgement on any dealings." he said so matter of factly. The Alpha and Beta stood firm, but I could see the Luna sway under the fear she felt.

Ore pressed further and Elora had no choice than to tell her what Alexa said “Come on, he’s so handsome even with hair. Let him be” Ore remarked supporting the Prince as she watched him move into the hall with pride etched on his shoulder “I thought you said the second Prince is coming? Why is he not here already? Even the celebrant is here” Alexa asked Elora who was already getting anxious that he didn’t show up yet “he will be here, you know he loves to do things his own way” Elora said defending him “His own way my foot, he’s just so disrespectful and doesn’t like to mingle. He’s a proud bug” Ore lashed out and the both of them gasped

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”

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

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!"

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

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.”

Once upon a time she did not know Arthur's identity. But the first words that came out of William 's mouth when she saw this gentle and elegant young man in fancy dress were, "Prince Arthur, why are you here?" In her last life, Elinor always wanted to be the queen, so she was secretly prying, after paying attention to inquire, she really found out that Arthur is the younger brother of King Alexander, and the rumor in the capital is that King Alexander's health is not good and wants to make his younger brother, Arthur, become the next king.