Novel & Cerita Elf Prince

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

I called him for advice and not to ignite a squabble. “One of the Royal Princes was in school today. The principal told me, and I hurried over…”. "Wait a second. Prince? What Prince?” He asked in utter shock. "They Lycan Prince of the Empire.” "What?! Why?!” "I didn't have an idea at first, but I got to school and saw that there was a little drama going on, and a video of Paige framing April, my stepsister, resurfaced and was playing on the projector.”

So no particular villainess will emerge, except those lower nobles who idolize the princes. Now, that she remembered the story or at least the plot, there is no situation as this is mentioned in her mom's story. As she can see with the prince scar on his face means that he has reached 16 years old and that he should be in EleMetal(EM) School, the school for elites that is in the center of all the kingdoms. So why is he here? What is the Prince of Minders doing at the forest owned by House Edame?

Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much. “Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince remarks, not sounding like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate your new family?”

I bow to them. Then suddenly the king is in front of me? Wait? He may not be the first prince referred to by the goddess, is he? "I'm Alessandro Vlademort Domenico ... King of Vlademort." He also kissed my hand. Is that really how they introduce themselves? So he is not the first prince right? Because he is king. But from what I read about stories about princes and kings, the first child will be the king ... So ... "We did not include the first prince because his condition was serious. And you have to come because you are the only one who can help my son." Its a story.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

The voice that growled minx and commanded come. It’s him. My missing-in-action prince charming. The father of my son. Shit. Just like old times. I’m not dodging a bullet—I’m catching the same one I caught four years ago— straight in the chest. I was trapped.

“Absolutely fucking not. I don’t need an assistant, and I certainly do not need a slave to assist me.” “You need reminding of your place?" My father’s eyes glowed red; that's Rava, my father's wolf in control. The weight of the throne room pressed in on me, but I stood my ground. “He’s a slave... Was a slave." I corrected myself as he has just been freed from slavery. "Do you realize what it looks like to tie the Crown Prince to someone like him?” “He doesn’t belong at my side.” I gestured at Edrian with a sharp flick of my hand, not daring to look too long into those eyes that burned me from the inside out.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

More handsome than anyone I’ve ever seen, and it takes my breath away until I feel like I can’t breathe in front of him. “I hope you enjoy your food—” I softly reply, cutting off my sentence as I don’t know his name. “Alpha Letric. What is your name?” he commands, albeit tenderly and his unusual accent has me questioning who he is. He’s an alpha. My gods, I’m staring at an alpha.