Cute Prince Novels & Stories

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

DON'T WORRY, YOU ARE SAFE. The_real_prince_charming ...WOAH. Chloe_awesome_scott I MEAN, IF WE LOOK AT IT, YOU ARE NOT EVEN HUMAN, YOU ARE A PRINCE. JUST LIKE THOSE FAIRYTALES. The_real_prince_charming ... BUT, PRINCES ARE HUMANS TOO. Chloe_awesome_scott ONE OF THEM WAS A FROG THOUGH! BY MAGIC! The_real_prince_charming WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP FAIRYTALE IS THAT?

he bowed and grabs the princess' hands and kissed the back of the palm in a gentle touch "you're such an ASSHOLE!" the princess pull back her hands and "Pfft! (giggles) ahem we apologize, your highness, we're from the kingdom of Quilde, I'm prince calben the third prince and his my brother the second prince, we were just wandering around here and it is our first so we " the younger brother explained and holds his laugh Prince Dagorlad chivalric ended as he heard the word ASSHOLE "ME? ASSHOLE?!" Prince Dagorlad retorted "YOU BITCH! "

Caroline ended the story, caressing Artin’s face. “Mamma, I’m… a prince,” Artin said, recalling how someone had called him Prince. “Yes, you’re my prince,” Caroline said, pinching his cheek. “Prince cham..Caming?” Artin asked. “No, sweetheart. You’re only my Prince. My Prince charming is your Papa. Only people of almost height become any girl prince charming.” Caroline answered his unasked question, knowing very well what he was going to ask next. She knowingly mentioned the word HEIGHT so that Artin wouldn’t start complaining about him not making her Prince charming.

This Prince was quite confident in his identity, which was admirable. His face was beautiful too, all high cheekbones and strong jawline, eyes the pale green of a lily pad. He had his hair swept into a half-hearted quiff, curling around his milky pale face in an admittedly attractive way. There was no smile on those full lips, simply set in a straight line. At least now she knew for sure that the rumours about Prince being intimidating and scary had not been exaggerated.

I asked glaring at him, I removed my hand from his and pulled away only to have him pull me closer back to him, his arms tightening around me, though he was careful not to hurt me, his eyes turned red as I glared at him. “I apologize for annoying you, it wasn’t my intention princess” he said softly, his tone comforting and I knew that he was trying to control my emotions, but due to me looking at Nathan and finding that Celine kissed his cheek, I pulled away from the prince and bowed at him turning around to walk back to the two girls who were smiling at me.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

So I step inside. “My love,” I say softly, my voice betraying the storm inside me as I walk toward her. The man quickly rises, his movements cautious. My eyes land on his face, and instantly I recognize him. My breath catches in my throat. It’s him. The man from the photograph. The prince. Gilan. His clothes scream of wealth, of a world far different from mine. His very presence feels heavy, imposing. A man like him has everything, status, riches, power. And yet, here he is, with my Elena.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

I asked in a whisper. Maurice chuckled. “You want something better?” “I’m fine with it.” I winked. “I think you have one more table to tend before going for a lunch break.” Maurice called out, making me groan. “Alright. Just this one.” I mumbled as I went over to the new customers at the left wing of the restaurant. The smile on my face wiped off when I saw who it was. “Evane?” I whispered, my voice failing me. She sneered as her gaze met mine. “Oh, who else but the praying mantis that thinks itself an eagle?” She mocked.