Cute Prince Novels & Stories

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

He puts up plain white long sleeves, black gloves, and brown pants with black boots. 'Creak' The sound of an opening door echoes, and accidentally they didn't expect to open their doors in unison. The Ladies capture an eye to the Prince's appearance so as the Prince to them. Their features soften as they take a step forward to exit their rooms. "You look dashing, Your Highness." Lady Paisley praises the Prince, chuckling at her blabbering mouth. The Prince smug and tells. "You two look equally sophisticated in that casual dress."

"Here to join us? Or still drinking dogs in the kennels?" Everyone laughed but as the prince's iron gaze lifted, there was instant silence. "I waste no night. While you drown in trash, I go to claim what is mine." Santos smirked. "Ah, the hybrid lamb. Careful. Sometimes lambs bite." A frown-like smile touched the prince's mouth. He remembered the wild girl again. "Then I will enjoy it all the more." He turned and left, aura chilling. "Farewell, brother." Santos said over the music.

I say and scrunch my nose at him. “What if I’m a prince and a meanie?” “All Princes are nice. You’re not .” “How many princes do you know?” “One. Mummy tells me about him.” “Only one? That’s why you don’t know this but Princes are mean.” He scoffs “Then who will I marry me? I don’t want to marry a prince any more.” “Marry me then. I’m already holding your hand and I made you stop crying.”

The voice cried as I heard the door click open and the lunatic prince came in He stood next to the door starring at me "Look, if your gonna kill me then do it quick!!, Starvation isnt a good way to kill someone you know!" I glared at him as he shook his head slowly " Your testing my patience girl!" He gave a smirk as his lips twenched "What's with the outfit?, Are you trying to be Dracula untold?" I couldn't stop the laughter as it spilled out " Maybe am something more than that, you wouldn't want to know" He gave an evil curl "just so you know , Mr prince in dark cloak, you don't scare me one bit!" I widened my eyes so he could see I wasn't afraid of whatever he was claiming to be

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

~~~~~~~~~ Third Person's POV "My name is actually Twindrill." "Do I look like I give a fuck?! Get out of my face before I burn you to the ground and no I won't feel any guilt looking at your pathetic ash once I do it." "So mean. Just so mean." The Dark Prince resisted the urge to end the pixie's life and walked away from the little fellow. He saw his Little Flower from a distance, busy attending to some plants. He kept silent as he slowly walked closer to her, observing his precious princess. Her movements were graceful and she looked lovely with all the plants that she was surrounded by.

He was dressed as a royal Prince. "You look beautiful," he complimented walking up to her. She blushed, did he really say that? "More beautiful than I saw in the picture," he continued. "Thank you my Prince, you... you don't look bad yourself," she replied. "Thank you for coming," he said smiling. "Huh?" She looked at him, was he actually thanking her? "Yeah, thanks. Prince Zashil, second Prince of Kuru kingdom," he said, offering his hand for a handshake.

The snake’s shed his fake skin, and I’m not the fool who’s going to chase anymore. I have never danced with anyone before if you must know. So I try hard not to step over Prince Tendmond’s feet. Who's by the way taller and quite muscular than one can see through his simple clothing. If whatever happened with his uncle didn't happen, he definitely would have been one of the good-looking spoiled princes. Question is, would he still be his simple self or would he be as arrogant and entitled as they are? “You have a really beautiful dress,” he suddenly says, his voice gentle and honest.