Freddie Prinze Novels & Stories

I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room. I gasp as a hand bursts through Alpha Bishop’s chest, the movement slow to my eyes, as I can’t quite believe what I just saw. Blood splatters everywhere, even on my shoes from across the room, and there is a tangy scent in the air. My alpha female screams, and oddly enough, Letric is eating his food at the table like nothing happened.

She quickly got down from her dad's lap and tried to hide her chocolates behind her back. “I think, my prince,” She yelled, quickly stuffing some chocolates in her mouth and running away from mom. He went inside the house before her mom could catch her from consuming her favorite chocolates. Elena Edwards is the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known businessman, running thousands of companies throughout the city and earning more than enough to provide her with everything she wants. She has three overprotective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards, and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a famous Football player who is like a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, run

Me- Ryan, What's up? Ryan- Hi Princess, You home? He said over the phone. Me- Yeah, sure. Ryan- Can I come over?

My foot barely left the gas pedal. When I got to the location, Sophia was already outside. She stood near the studio entrance with an iPad in her hands and a checklist open on her screen like always. Hair perfect. Expression too alert. "You're late," she said without looking up. "Save it," I muttered, walking past her. She trailed behind me, heels tapping quickly, giving me a rundown. “Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.”

princess : really hiccup me : yeah princess come here she obediently came near me I hugged her tightly and pulled her to my lap I started caressing her hair iam really dumbfounded I don't know what to say this little girl faced so much I kissed on her forehead she is in embrace me : princess who is Saketh princess : he is dad's business hiccup partner me : why he wants to hurt you princess : don't hiccup know me : princess why you sended that message princess : which hiccup message me : didn't you send any message to me the day after party princess : I lost hiccup my mobile hiccup in party if she lost her mobile then who sended that message to me iam a fool all these years I believed that st

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Freddie lifted his cup and sipped from his wine. “Hey… won’t you have some wine too? Trust me, it tastes very nice,” Freddie said to her, and she shook her head. “I prefer juice, Uncle.” “Juice? C’mon, Amelia, you are twenty not twelve. Try new things, okay?” He said, and she giggled, bouncing her head. “Freddie Cooper!” They heard the vibrant voice of a man that looked the same age as Freddie. “Charles Parker!” Freddie responded in excitement.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

Even score. Freddie didn’t speak. Just reset again. Ledger frowned slightly. “You good?” Still nothing. The final round was fast. Brutal, almost. Freddie cut around him quicker than Ledger expected, took the shot, and nailed it. 2–1. Freddie had won. He didn't celebrate though. Ledger hadn't played seriously. Ledger, panting a little now, moved closer and offered a fist bump. “Nice one. You’ve been practicing.” Freddie stared at the offered hand. Then looked up at him.

He begins, speaking into the mic attached to the podium. “I am Lord Christopher Blanchard, Uncle to Princess Allisara and I would like to let you all know that after a third assassination attempt, my niece is safe and Sound.” He continues, the press asking multiple questions as he pauses. He holds out his hand, the crowd pausing for a moment giving my Uncle a chance to speak once again. “If you have questions, please hold them till the end after Princess Allisara has spoken.” My Uncle exclaims, the flashes of cameras peppering the air in front of us and capturing his image.