Freddie Prinze Novels & Stories

But I can't say that to anyone. "Right now? To not be at this bonfire." Frederick laughs. "Fair enough. Want to hear about the time I accidentally insulted a Saudi prince at one of these things? That'll make you feel better about being here." He launches into the story. It's ridiculous and self-deprecating and I find myself laughing so hard tears prick my eyes. He does voices. Gestures wildly. Completely commits to the embarrassment. "You didn't," I gasp. "I absolutely did. Called his yacht 'cute.' Cute. Like it was a puppy instead of a hundred-million-dollar vessel."

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.

“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.”

It's too short yet so long, however, it's a way and we will always be by-passers with the same destined end: Death. I was born happy and loved, grow up in warmth, tenderness, and love in my parents' arms. I lacked nothing, all I kept hearing was "Princess and sweetheart" at the end of every sentence embraced with a soft voice. I laughed, I danced, I prayed and cried with them. No matter how many times I fell, I was pretty sure I had arms underneath to catch me.

That was when Sunny came up to me, whispering into my ear, "Here comes the prank!" Even as my mind went blank, he pulled out a remote and pressed a button, and everyone's heads jerked around as a recording of Andy's voice boomed. "I feel like I could get sick everytime I see Jane's face! She's actually eating leftovers out of a chute!" "I wouldn't even date her, if I didn't have to get Mandy's favorite crystal shoes with this prank." "Someone like her is fated to be a garbage picker. And she wants to marry me? Dream on!"

What did she have to be solemn about? I nearly gave up. Nearly tossed the burner phone across the room. But then, I clicked on a link buried on her profile her father’s business: Alden Construction. The website was barebones and unimpressive. A family-run company with a long-standing history in Forreston. I idly clicked through a gallery labeled “Meet the Team” and— Bingo. There he was. Right in the center of a team photo: Prince Tobias. Dressed down in a T-shirt and work boots, dust smudged across his cheek, grinning wide as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

“You can come in.” Before I can pick up the T-shirt, Freddy does it for me. He appears out of nowhere, smirking when I stare up at his face and then at the t-shirt he holds for me. He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Don’t look so surprised, Princess,” he teases. “You are dating a hybrid, after all.” “You don’t have to keep reminding me by showing off,” I roll my eyes, but it only seems to edge him on. “I’m not showing off,” he retorts, though his lips twitch with amusement.

She just smiled and motioned us forward as if this were totally normal. As if getting on a plane with a prince was totally normal. Granted, Freddie was traveling under his alias, Fred Prescott. He wore dark sunglasses, a baseball cap, and an oversized sweatshirt that hid his identifiable features. I wore something similar, but mine was for comfort, not for disguise.

“ I’m not short of money.” Fredrick turned around and looked at her with a smile, “If you want to pay me why don’t u do something else for me?” “What kind of things?” She asked. Fredrick pulled a paper from the piles of documents next to him. Priscilla looked at it. It was a case of a male artist who was very popular these days under Anderson International. A male artist named John Pitt acted in a period drama and ended up a big hit. He was regarded as “The Prince from the Old Dynasty.”

Although they had cut all ties with each other after yesterday's slap, Frederick still didn't want Priscilla to get the wrong idea about him. Frederick sighed in relief. He decided to go buy medicine from somewhere else to cure Tyger's illness. "Farewell, Mr. Scott and Ms. Scott." Quinny blocked Frederick's way. "Stop calling me 'Ms. Scott.' I have a name, and it's Quinny. What's yours?" The two of them met purely by coincidence, so Frederick didn't know why Quinny stopped him. "I'm Frederick York." Quinny nodded and asked, "You said that my Grandpa's sick because he lost a kidney, didn't you? Are you a doctor?"