Cute Prince Novels & Stories

For her and Kaye. "Who is this Prince blah blah blah?" The little girl frown at her. "My name is Little Peachie and my Prince charming is Prince Caspian. He always saved me from the villains... like you..." Well that boy must be a tough kid. "I think that Prince you are talking about is a one punch man. I punch him in the face and I will get you to an orphanage and you will forget him and everything." Little Peach is about to cry. Her teary eyes is on her. Eyes coated with fear and water.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

"Pompous lion shifter. The only one from his lineage. He's a high-ranked popular boy. But not as popular as the four princes from the founding families." I watch as the boy enjoys the attention he's getting from the female folks. "What a drama king," Zuri scoffs, shaking her head. "He's not even that cute." "He doesn't look bad." I offer my honest review. Zuri shakes her head. "He's just there. If you see the four founding princes, you'll know the difference between cute and handsome." I throw my head back in laughter. gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time?

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

In my personal assessment, he emanated an unpleasant aura, resembling a contemptible individual. Curiously, though, he possessed an air of regality, akin to that of a prince. His golden locks intertwined with his piercing blue eyes, complemented by attire befitting nobility. If a crown adorned his head, I would readily assume his royal lineage. "They must be deaf, Black. Look at them; they are merely gawking at us," the "jerky prince" remarked with a smirk, addressing the leader with a handsomeness that concealed his true nature. Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual.

She explained. Everyone fell silent since nobody expected this outcome. They really thought that Raine was just the ‘incarnation’ of the princess… they didn’t think that he would be a prince himself! Lovis was stunned as he looked at his elder sister. He also didn’t know about this. “Sister…” he muttered. “No wonder… no wonder they could pass through the Gate… it is because they are actually – “ he didn’t continue.

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.