Novelas y relatos de Disney Prince

He looked around. "Today, I invite all of you to be here because I have something important to tell you. The young man who is in your midst. In the midst of all of us, today I will introduce him to you. This young man is a prince. Xander Reenan, the prince of the Blue Diamond kingdom. However, from now onwards, he is no longer the prince of the Blue Diamond Kingdom. Prince Xander Reenan, from now on, will be the prince of the West Mountains kingdom. He will be the heir to the West Mountains kingdom's throne because he is my son. My only son. The only male descendant of the late king Don Lorenzo Douglas, my grandfather." Queen Lourine Chatrine said in a loud and dignified voice.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

I guess I didn't succeed at all. Dylan waved his hand haphazardly in front of his face, noticing my skepticism. "You have to understand, the prince doesn't like…hmm…color?" That much was already clear. But, I'm surprised his Beta could convince him as much to keep them here. The prince just seemed so rigid, so meticulous, and so leveled. The Monadiko petals in the room were such a contrast.

Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives. Crown Prince Aidan (lion), King Ibrahim (lion), Queen Liliana (Hyena), Grand Duke Yusoff (lion), Duke Ajiad (lion), King Ali (wingsman), Lord Musa (lion) and Daud (lion). “I don’t find it funny to see these races come together.” She expressed her bizarre inner thoughts heartlessly. “Err, excuse me, Lord Pink. Whatever you mean by that?” Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny.

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

The mountain lions, too, are unlike anything Regina has ever seen before: each one is easily two or three times the size of one typical of the breed, adorned with riding straps as though they were common horses. And as she stands gaping at the scene, her gaze is drawn almost immediately afterwards to the Prince and his bride, who stand out even among their impressive entourage. From the center of the small cluster of people, Prince Damian dismounts his “steed”, landing deftly on the gravel below. As if in silent tandem, his companion - the unknown yet quiet princess, presumably - dismounts, too, with an eerie, lithe grace to her movements that reminds Regina of- absurdly enough, a jungle cat

Adrian’s raspy voice sounded in my ear. My jaw clenched as my eyes flickered over my iPad and the latest headlines. “ Ex-wife of the CEO of the Benoit empire has been allegedly spotted around the eccentric streets of Manhattan with none other than Europe’s hottest single monarch. The one and only Prince Adrian the third. As speculations rise regarding the young monarch's upcoming coronation, the masses can’t help but think if Elsida might just become the next Princess of Spain or if this is just some ploy to have a taste of Royal D.

The Windrider reception party slowed some distance away, flanking a central figure whose horse pranced with nervous elegance. The Prince urged his mount forward and rode alone across the grass. His riding clothes were pale gold, cut in the flowing eastern style that suggested wealth and refinement. Even his horse gleamed pale gold beneath silver fittings. “He looks exactly like a prince,” Loren murmured. “That's because he is a prince,” replied the Duke, amused. “You know what I mean.” “Allow me to dismount first and assist you down so I may present you formally.”