Descendants Prince Ben Costume Novels & Stories

“Thank the gods you’re here. I have been searching the world for you.” The Prince panted haggardly like a swimmer who hadn’t seen the shoreline until now. Nothing about his posture was welcoming, the crease lining his young face, mirrored the worries that were obviously building inside of him. For the wealthiest and the most adorable young man in the entire kingdom, he was rather dressed like a commoner, with the girdle of his sword rounding the small pelt on his waist, and exposing strong muscular laps, almost like that of a yam tuber. The three birthmarks on both sides of his chest, were almost fading, a contrast to the identical ones on his left upper arm. His hair had grown long or maybe

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

But don't worry, I'll be there if you need me, I'm just a call away…mwamwamwamwa! Love Uncle Ben **** Bella felt grateful. She texted her Uncle, "Thank you! We love them very much" Bella wore the red princess typed gown. The cherry blossom flowers shimmer under the light. Her long light brown hair was curled, adorned with a silver headband, and she also has hoop style diamond earrings. Her red shoes are two inches, open toe style. At the back were ribbons with dark red rubies. She also has a silver clipped type evening bag adorned with small diamonds.

He asked. I shook my head. "It's not that, but being with your family is more important. I'm sure you miss them, you talked about them non-stop that now i even know how great they are. Just go back to them. Think of this as an order. " I said. His eyes lit up. "Does this mean you acknowledge your status as a prince now? " He excitedly asked me. "Don't get your hopes up. I'm telling you to trick them if ever they asked why you went back alone. Tell them i ordered you to go back. " I said.

“No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!” “Come on. You’re going to be Prince Charming, only… you’re charming away an alpha,” he frowned. “That sounded way cooler in my head, but now that I’ve said it, it’s irking.” I glared at the ridiculous costume inside the box and back at Jared. “Who are you supposed to be again?” The space between his brows crinkled. “Can’t you recognize this outfit? This is fucking Gucci!” I shook my head no. “2019 Met Gala, Harry Styles.” “Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

“Now, let’s go inside. Stand straight, Elizabeth!” I chuckled because she looked so stressed out. “Okay, okay! Relax, Nikita. I know what I am doing,” I said. Nikita nodded, breathed in and out, and turned the doorknob for us to go inside our modern house made of wood. I immediately saw Prince Vio, one of the sons of Queen Jonah. He was wearing a richly embellished cloak, a tunic underneath, and a trouser. All in all, he was in his expensive finery that every princess would be attracted to. Not me, though.

He was in one of his trademark all-white outfits—white pants, white suit, white shoes—with the only spot of color being the fur that lined his cloak (a deep, moss-green shade shot through with gold) and the black embroidery of the Royal House of el’Varel’s crest on the back. The first shock of the night was when the Prince held out a hand to assist the lady coming out of the car after him. Nearly everybody expected it would be either Aisha Clearwater or Alisa Vega—or both, since those three were all but inseparable. But instead, a petite redhead in a form-hugging gown of green velvet took the Prince’s hand, and later on his arm which he offered, as they walked down the red carpet. It was obv

The crowd chattered excitedly as they took their seats on the trestle tables and today the Hands and Duennas were to seat with their charges. The princes and the King of Myknos were the last to arrive and Odeya could swear that her heart skipped a beat when she saw Prince Nicolas. He wore a midnight blue doublet, with the owls as the buttons and tassels of silver on the shoulder, over white pants and knee high black leather boots that shone from a good polishing. His chocolate locks looked ruffled as usual and his face bore his usual stony expression. The other princes looked no less handsome. Prince Hayden had donned a gray doublet with wolves as the buttons over white pants. His long dirty

Susie was also well-hidden, and I might have questioned who she was had I not known of her disguise ahead of time. When it was my turn, I came down the staircase. Many people turned to watch me, including two of the three princes. The princes were easy to find among the crowd. They wore striking tuxedos in different colors. Nicholas’s was a deep emerald green. Julian’s was a dark blue. Joyce’s was a rich violet. Though they each wore an elaborate golden mask, they were easy to recognize and differentiate.

He thundered and Princess Lahore paused, scoffing silently, Prince Henkel scoffed, ruffling his dyed green hair. "What's wrong with the dress Father?" He asked, glancing at his sister who secretly thanked him for supporting her - Prince Henkel is the first prince, first child of Luna Luciana. Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming?