Disney Prince Novels & Stories

“I think Prince still cares about Daisy,” Adrian suggested. “But he knows it’s never going to work. I wish he’d move on. He is not dating Trina, is he?” Riley shook her head and said, “No, they are just friends. He loves Trina’s kid, Jake.” “I think he has moved on with his work,” Riley remarked. “He is doing a fabulous job. Maybe too good.” Adrian acknowledged. He did right by hiring Prince. In just a few months, Prince closed contracts with five companies to use King Pay for their financial transactions, and so far, profits have come in great numbers.

Prince Orion. Everything fell into place. His presence. The insignia on the bag. The way people gravitated toward him. He was royalty. Prince of the Western Werewolf Kingdoms. The same prince whispered about. The one rumored to have been banished. He was back. That was why he had arrived late. Why he had been on that train. He was not a tryout. He was not just someone I bumped into. And he was definitely not my friend. He had even given me a false name.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

A shiny formal suit from the Dior brand with one hand in his pocket, his eyes squinting straight ahead a Christopher mansion in front of his eyes. "Take out all the gifts I bought," Prince ordered his personal driver. Prince Dawson Mardison the eldest son of Marvel Mardison and Diandra Paisley Mardison. A handful of the richest billionaires in New York, and Prince has known Christopher's family quite well because Kenneth Christopher's wife is good friends with his mother. They came from the same division, when they were still working as secret agents. "Prince you've come." Prince approached and hugged the woman's body whose height was up to his chest. "Mrs. Christopher how are you?" said Pri

"INSIDER REVEALS PRINCE FORBIDS ANY MENTION OF HIS WHEREABOUTS DURING HIS DISAPPEARANCE." "ALL HUMANS WHO WITNESSED HIS VULNERABLE STATE HAVE VANISHED." My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the mouse. The cold, ruthless prince described in the news was a completely different person from the Adrian I knew—the one who got scratched by cats and whimpered for comfort. No, I had it all wrong. The sweet, clumsy Adrian was the disguise. The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. My trembling fingers opened a supernatural consulting website.

"You never consider turning back, do you?" "Never," Dominic purred low, capturing her hand and pressing a hot, lingering kiss into her palm. "You are my queen, and this galaxy is our domain." Standing beside them on the elevated platform was five-year-old Crown Prince Silas. The young prince was dressed in his royal blue velvet tunic with silver shoulder pauldrons, his dark curls framing an alert, intelligent face. His silver-gold eyes sparkled as he manipulated a small holographic projection of the Whispering Expanse between his chubby fingers.