Harry Potter Prince Of England Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Edward smiled, "Thank you." The fifth prince beside them remained seated, looking at Felicia's pale face with pity. Even the Eighth Prince's attempt to chat with him went unnoticed. The Eighth Prince felt somewhat sad as his older brother didn't pay him any attention, and he tried to strike up a conversation with Draco, who was about his age. However, Draco's respectful attitude made him seem like he wasn't interested, which left the Eighth Prince frustrated. Seeing Draco's exquisite appearance, the Eighth Prince scrutinized him for half a day and couldn't help but say, "Could you be a female servant?"

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

wiping his cheeks with the back of his palm he lifts his body and sits straight "You have to prepare for the last test." "I can stay, I've prepared everything," "Feng Lei," taking a deep breath in he faces him "Go back," he blurts his voice sounding steady and stern. "I....," "I'm fine," he cuts him off "I don't have the energy to argue," plastering a fake smile on his face, he tries to show that he alright but completely broken inside, he doesn't want to ruin Feng Lei’s future as all the prince of every Kingdom's dream is to bring power to their kingdom and become the leader.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

"I should have known, I should have frigging known, where else would she hide out? I thought she had successfully mastered the art of vanishing, alas i was wrong, she had gone to stay with her prince lover, ou, I should have known! Guess what people, we're taking a long well deserved trip to England, to see the Prince, Cunningham, get ready!" The man announces and the people sitting on the table begin to fidget on their seats as this new development is quite sudden. "Khalil, yeah, go book us flights, we're getting on the earliest one from tomorrow. We'll spend the day finalising out plans for the Country of Kings" Khalil rises and leaves without incident while the man continues directing his

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

|HIS POV| Rowan Ellswick had been sitting beside her for twenty-two minutes. I knew because I had been counting from the moment the boy dropped into the library chair next to Eirlys with the specific ease of someone who had never once in his life considered that his presence might not be welcome. Sandy-haired, broad-supported, third year, family money from a dominion-adjacent trading network his father had built through connections my intelligence archive had already mapped to four different noble houses. Charming in the uncomplicated way of people who had been told they were charming often enough that it had become structural rather than performed.

Just then, a servant's panicked voice came from outside. "Princess! Something terrible has happened! Prince Thomas is trying to drown Mr. Maynard in the pond! No one can stop him!" Keisha didn't move. She stayed bent over Sebastian. "Princess!" the servant shouted again. "If he wants to make a scene, let him. Don't bother me." "But Mr. Maynard just married into the estate. If he dies now—" Keisha didn't even look up. The servant sighed and escorted the three doctors out.