Eileen Prince Novels & Stories

She looked back and saw that when the fire burned out and the puff of smoke disappeared, a smaller figure emerged. It looked.. human. Ellaine was surprised. It was a woman, descending directly to their ship with a accelerating speed. She flipped on suspended air before finally landing on their ship. “You called for me, Finrod the elf Prince?” She was a tall woman, with a long, royal blue hair, and big eyes of the same color. Ellaine whispered against Finrod’s ear, “Where did the dragon go?” “There, right in front of us.” Ellaine followed the direction of his eyes and ended up looking at the female stranger.

" A chill ran down my spine. Fear gripped my throat so tight I forgot how to breathe. "Josh, you're selling me out? "After all these years, with you being my best friend, you'd trade me for a stack of cash?" He backed away, shaking his head as he stammered, "D-don't give me that look... Ms. Emerson, the casino queen, is loaded–and she has a big thing for guys with your kind of birthmark. She'd wipe out any debt for a chance with one. "She's got her quirks, and you've got the mark. I figured–hey, maybe she'll dig you. You could end up living the high life as Mr. Emerson!"

King Eremus said and left his daughter's room. Princess Elena is a very beautiful 20 year old lady. Her hair was mercury-purple and it tumbled over her shoulders and reached her waist. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossoms so soft that a guy would love to have a taste. She had a cheerful character and that was what made almost all the princesses want to be her friend. She also had a shapely figure that beat all the Princesses, but she makes sure she always wears oversized clothes to cover her shape. And her eyes were rapture-purple eyes like her hair, oddly.

She had worn her best attire and worn herself with the best jewels the very next day, setting out to the house of the crown prince, she was lucky enough that they weren’t staying at the palace because it would be hard to get an audience with ivy, *** “who might you be?” Guard asked as they stopped the carriage that Elaine was in the security was far harder to get through after the incident with the maid, she knew about that at least “I’m Elaine Kruger, the wife of the late viscount of eastern Ville I am here to meet with the princes,” she said with pride, her chin up and shoulder brought higher to show that she wasn’t afraid and tried to look unaffected by the tough scrutiny the guards were

Beside me, Eileen noticed immediately. “Oh no,” she whispered dramatically. “The emotionally constipated men are staring again.” I elbowed her lightly. “Stop talking.” “I’m serious,” she muttered. “Ragnar especially looks one bad day away from starting a war.” Unfortunately, she wasn’t wrong. Then suddenly, I remembered what the board member said last night. Miss Eileen is only attending this academy temporarily. I turned toward her quickly. “Wait. How exactly did you even end up here?” Eileen’s expression shifted instantly. For one brief second, her smile disappeared completely. Then it returned almost too quickly.

At that, he turned away and left. I heaved a sigh and threw myself down on the chair and another knock came on the door. Gen opened it and there was a large group of paparazzi and people from the media shouting questions at her. "Gen, was Emily Hollen the reason Prince Sebastian walked out on his wedding?" "Are they having an affair?" "What did the King say to Emily?" "Is she going to be banished from the palace and the country anytime soon?" Gen was stuttering and trying to control the media to no avail.

Hard to believe she’s even related to Lucien when all I’ve ever seen in his hazel ones was nothing but cold, hard calculation. Brown hair was pulled back into a neat low ponytail, not a strand out of place. She’s actually really beautiful. “Hey” I say “Hi,” she says with a smile making her dimples deepen. “If you’re here to adopt, you’re early. If you’re here to volunteer… also early.” I grin. “I like to beat the rush.” She laughs softly. “You and no one else, apparently.” That’s when I notice it- the empty check-in board. Ten volunteer slots. Only one name filled in.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Her purse swayed by her high-heeled feet as she catwalked, offering smiles and waves to the students she passed. “Is she a student here?” I asked, unable to help myself. “She doesn’t look like a teenager.” Emorie blanched as she turned to me, “You don’t know who that is?” I glanced at the woman once again, coming up blank. “Am I supposed to?” “That’s Elizabeth Steinfeld. She’s a senior staff here. But—” She shot me a look, “She’s also King Killian’s very public girlfriend.” My eyes widened, “King Killian as in, The Lycan King? The most powerful man in the realm King Killian?”