Novel & Cerita Fourth Prince

How could they do this to their own race? "Number 4 is gone. You should replace a new head soldier. Do you understand?" The Prince calmly stated. I can't take this. This kind of prince deserves some discipline! He needs to be taught some lesson! And he called himself the Prince? How could he just kill his fellow aliens? His reason's not even valid! Too childish! Too low! Too unacceptable! The soldiers left the place bringing number 4's lifeless body. The Prince told them to bury him to somewhere far away. He stood up from his seat and looked to where I am. His blue eyes are annoying the hell out of me!

Andrea steps forward “This is the third time someone’s mistaken you for an intruder.” “Everyone’s too uptight around here,” The fourth prince says nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards “If you didn’t have me around, things would be so dull, princess.” “I prefer thinks dull and uptight, Your Highness.” Andrea answers in a monotone “Are you saying my efforts aren’t appreciated? You wound me.” “Um,” I raise a hand, wondering if the two of them forgot I was here “This situation might be partly my fault. I was the one who thought he— the fourth prince was an intruder.”

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

Gale nodded, "Gale More." The young man replied quickly, "First Kiansa, Kingdom of Kiansa." Gale's eyes widened, "You ... don't tell me you're the crown prince of the Kingdom of Kiansa. If so-" "No, no. I'm not the crown prince, I'm the fourth prince," First said. Gale was stunned and scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed for jumping to conclusions. "Oh, I see, I thought you were also a crown prince," Gale said.

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.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

Seeing the cheerful smile on his face, Seraphine truly wondered how big of a talent was he for her brother to acknowledge him. Maybe her brother had noticed how big of a shock she suffered from, so in order to ease her, he removed the hand from around him and stated, "He is the fourth prince from Anerxia Kingdom, Leodes Anerxia. They are my younger siblings— Seraphine and Eugene Vougeious." 'A prince? No wonder Lyle endured him.' "I greet the fourth prince of Anerxia Kingdom," Seraphine said in a formal tone prior to questioning, "Are you my brother's friend from school?"

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.