Half Prince Manga Novels & Stories

He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt. “I…I’m…” I stutter out, feeling Uncle Hunter’s hands rest on the small of my back. “Don’t apologize, Princess. You were exhausted from everything today and fell asleep.” He says, his thumbs rubbing circles on my back. “When I went to bring you inside, you clung to me, and so I decided to let you sleep on top of me.” Uncle Hunter continues. I hum, closing my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts. In just a few hours, I went from engaged and ready to prepare a wedding to single and picking up the pieces of a broken heart.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

Judging by the timbre of the voice, the guy would be at least younger than Xander because he had not developed a deep voice yet. “Brother!” Eli exclaimed as she stood up and hugged her brother. All of the girls seated with the princess stood up and bowed their heads to greet him. After the greetings, Sera lifted her head and saw a man with the same blond hair as Ric. Did the crown prince have a younger brother? She recalled memories of her past life and realize who the boy in front of her was. It was the second imperial prince, His Highness Prince William! Her eyes grew wide as she immediately looked away when she saw the prince’s eyes meet hers. Did he catch her staring at him?

Somewhat scared enough as it may birch some privacy, she shoves it off as it's just fair enough if they just follow the rules. Skipping the 4th up to the 6th rule the 7th rule catches Andrea’s attention. “Rule no 7: By all means, no students much deliberately touch or approach the ‘Royal Princes’.” Closing the handbook without continuing, she finds it off with Bea smiling with its side comment. “Told you so, it’s a bit mysterious like a typical shoujo genre of a manga and even a teen drama mix in. Perfectly blended in a fictional novel where a heroine will meet her hero.” Bea fantasizes.

"Greetings, High King." Marke responded. "Where is that?" Lisa inquired. She'd never seen the name on a map, and her gut instinct told her there was no such location in England. "It's a two-day ride from here..." "The High Prince is standing by." The soldier stood impatiently in the doorway. "The High Prince?" Lisa inquired, her gaze fixed on the two of them. 'High Prince,' shewondered, was that even a title? "Fain, the brother of the High King."

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

When she was still learning her spellings, he used to take her out and show her constellations, how to read clouds, and how to fish. "Noah is right. This ability is limited to royal blood but what you don't know is how old the legend is." He took a swig from his bottle while she still clutched hers in cold hands. "Warm beer is like ingesting your own piss. Drink up." He said again. She did. Her face blanched. She preferred smoother drinks. "What legend?" They were all taught their history, just like humankind. Glorified battles, and simplified morals drive populations to suffer. The carnage of singular principles but most of all, how easily love healed and power corrupted.

"It is a long story, I must tell you. But, the summary is that the Dankworth's are royalties. And Lancelot is a crowned prince, who would become crowned king in a few days." Roxanne watched as Peter spoke. Crowned prince? Her heart hammered against her chest. No wonder he was used to giving people orders around. She found herself wanting to laugh. "He's a prince?" Peter nodded. "Exactly." Roxanne giggled. "That explains a lot." "It does actually." When she sat on the bed, Peter tucked his hand into his briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper. Roxanne raised a query brow as he approached her with it.

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.

The princess was again going contrary to the law in the kingdom was not a good deal for the prince itself. On the study area, the prince settled on his seat, with a crest on his forehead. When Shuna, the princess personal maid entered, there was a glare on the majesty’s face that it flinched her in fear. Shuna bowed before straightening up and handed the prince a rolled scroll. Jion coldly looked at it then to the maid before he received it and unrolled it at once. If added crests were even possible to appear on the prince’ face, maybe it will be showed noting how he almost wanted to crush the poor scroll using his bare hands.