Denmark's Prince Novels & Stories

father said, snickering. I rolled my eyes. I secretly hoped there was some large world issue going on that would require my presence and expertise. “But here we are. How can I help you father,” I asked, crossing my arms. “Well certain developments have escalated in the past day I’m afraid. It seems some prince in Denmark has made a move on your princess in Madrid,” he said, quite seriously. My heart dropped and I felt dizzy. I dropped into a chair and knew there was only one possible solution.

” He thought to himself wryly with some amusement in his heart, thinking of the prince’s infatuation with the aforementioned general. “Of all people for the prince to harbour feelings for it has to be this Ice Prince. Truly pitiful as the result will only be an unrequited love, the gap between them is like Heaven and Earth. Though His Highness is a prince he lacks many things an matters of the heart should not involve one’s status especially if the love is pure or else it will merely be like a business dealing.” He thought to himself as he stepped back into the bed chamber to fetch the prince on the way grabbing a thin robe as he is certain the prince went to bed naked last night as usual. “

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

“You said you’d introduce me to your dad.” “Oh! Yes!” Marcus replied, leading John toward the governor. “Dad, I’d like to introduce you to my good friend John. He’s the guy I told you about, the one who owns S.M Luxury.” The governor gave a curt nod, his eyes shifting briefly to John before returning to his drink. His demeanor was cold, dismissive. “Your Excellency, sir, it’s an honor to meet you,” John began, his voice filled with false enthusiasm. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you for so long, sir. Our company would like to—”

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

I hardly cussed, but it always happened whenever I lost my cool. "Stop trying to stop me or else…" "Else what, whore?" Jade gibed, shoving me slightly. "As if Alan isn't enough for you, you jumped to the prince. Do you think he can make you a princess?" "You'll always remain the frog you are." She added, giggling. I didn't understand why they were referring to Asher as a prince. Perhaps, they forgot to add a jerk to it because that was who he was, and how I saw him too.

The Prince shot up onto his feet, starring daggers into Jake. "You!" The Prince was appalled, "it's you!" Everyone in the building was surprised at the Princes out burst. "What's going on, does the Prince know this man?" "Huh, what's happening?" The Prince calmed himself down and showed a smirk before gently sitting back down. "So, it's you? Who would have thought?" Prince Dominic spoke and took a sip of his wine. "I've been wondering who would be so bold as to impersonate the Prince of Paris and even use my name to drive the Celts back behind the barrier."

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

What he wanted in return was to date me. He was Prince Dern, the Prince who was thorny to the woman. His temperament is similar to the temperament of the third Prince. Why do I now see people who resemble the Princes of the Kingdom of Norland? This is no longer a coincidence. My guess is true! "Hey, Isagn!" The three of us turned our attention to Kaith. "Don't flirt with that because the man already has a girlfriend." I wondered. How does she know? Did she know Clarence? She never mentioned it to me.