Eileen Prince Novels & Stories

And I had neglected the cure a long time ago. I collapsed into my chair, slowly losing the strength to make it through the rest of these auditions. Becky gave me a guilty look from the other side of the room. I knew she was trying her best. But the truth was: however many Mona Lisas you painted and inserted in Chanel, I would still see Yuki's eyes in the group. "Creed?" Becky broke through my daze. "One more. Carrie Wilson's the name. You want me to bring her in?"

John shook his head while staring at Aleksander whose eyes were glued on the sketch. Lord Arthur entered the hall. He glanced at the cartographer who just left before eyeing the paper in Aleksander's hand. "Is that the Princess?" Arthur asked, standing behind Aleksander. Aleksander looked at him weirdly, "Princess?" he looked at John who shrugged at him. "That woman in your hand? It's the youngest Englisian Princess, daughter of the King's first wife, Elizabeth Corvinus," Arthur explained to him. "What a fine woman that she is. The last time I saw her was when she was roaming in the palace grounds."

He headed to the receptionist and she looked at him as though she was seeing a ghost. She'd seen him many times on tv but now that she saw seeing him in real life, she didn't know if he was Prince Felix or Prince Williams. She had always been a fan of Prince Williams because of his authenticity and confidence. “Your highness—” “—You might as well use a mic and announce to the whole world that I'm here.” Felix said and the woman bowed her head. His remark was witty. He was definitely Prince Williams. “Appologies your highness.” She said In a low tone.

However, she heard a cute voice call her name. "Princess Seri," the woman in front of her called out. "Why aren't you eating your steak? Is there something wrong?" It was Princess Janine Renyel, the princess of Eusap. "Oh, no," Seri replied. "I just really love this soup." Of course, she lied. She would not admit that she was worried about having indigestion because of how tense she was.

"What a bizarre combination. A rebellious prince and evil woman." "Ah, their creepy smile make my whole body shivering." "I agree! Now, I know why she stepped out from the election. To seduce that prince!" "Oh, do you mean that they're perhaps planning some rebellion?" Aileen try her best to suppress her anger because Cecilia already stole the spotlight. She was surrounded with her friend, pushed her to look calm and collected. She was angry because no one notice her new gown that made from the most expensive gold thread which imported from overseas.

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

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

I ask, then I can hear the paparazzi's clicking camera. "Hello... My name is Lia and waiting for the Princesses to go out from that building." Lia said innocently. I gently look up at Eleanor who's smiling from ear to ear as she hears what the little girl says. "Well hello, Lia. Let me introduce myself, I am Princess Hestia Katana Astaril and this is Princess Eleanor Callista Castellanos." I said and smiled sweetly at her. Her eyes immediately went wide upon hearing what I said.

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

She wore an aqua colored chiton style dress partnered with a pair of silver high heeled sandals. “Why do you think so?” Eileen retorted sarcastically. She was in a very bad mood since the morning. All her carefully laid out long term plans had been thrashed by that aggressive lunatic at school. She had been humiliated, and mocked in front of people that she itched to slap Evely’s face. If it weren’t for her, she would have been the school’s princess— Francis Hunt’s darling daughter who resembled him. Who would dare cross her at school with that title?