I Became The First Prince Novels & Stories

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

"Poor thing. Married to a corpse." I stared at the mirror and said nothing. The Omega — her name was Margaux, I learned — led me through the palace grounds at a pace that suggested she had better things to do. She pointed at buildings and rattled off information like reading from a list. "The Prince is the King's only heir. He was ambushed during a battle with rogues three months ago. Severe injuries. He hasn't woken since." She said it flatly, the way people talk about weather that hasn't changed. "There are rules here. Many of them. Don't wander. Don't speak out of turn. Don't enter restricted wings without escort."

"It's not just you who holds a grudge against Donkey, plum girl." [Alias: Angus is known as Prince Ii Al-Amin, the second prince and temporary regent of Aelsala. The disappearance of Princess Illis Al-Amin, his younger sister, was used as leverage during the past rebellion within Aelsala, resulting in bloodshed when the hostage, Princess Illis, vanished and the deal was broken. Amidst the chaos, the eldest prince, Idriand Al-Amin, abdicated his position as heir to the throne. Consequently, Prince Ii was summoned back from studying on the Kraylong continent to temporarily assume government duties.

Anaira Pov Everything was getting on my nerves. It was too much. Till some time back, I was an orphan who was living at the mercy of others. In a few hours, not only I came to know of my brother but also the fact that I am a princess. I can't believe it. A snap of fingers brought me back from my lala land. “ I can't believe you are my sister. I am not an orphan. I have a family. Can I hug you?” I nodded.

I raised my head now to look at him, watch it all come to me. He carried the crown up, although it was heavier than it looked, it didn't seem like that. Then in a loud and booming voice, he announced, “I now pronounce you Luciano Salvatore, first son of his deceased highness King and ruler of this great kingdom” In calculated fashion, he placed the crown on my head and joy stormed through me. I broke out in a laugh and as if that was what they had been looking for, the crowd clapped thunderously for me.

But before I could once again get my phone out to search online, Big Guy beat me to the punch. He pointed to Olivier. “Be nice to her. Just because you’re rich and royalty doesn’t make you better.” He then turned to me. “He’s not that famous of a prince. I only know about him because my mom is obsessed with royals. He won’t even be king.” Big Guy waved a goodbye as Olivier and I watched him lumber away. “We don’t even have a king,” groused Olivier. “We’re a fucking principality.” My head ached. “I’m so confused.”

I said as I sat down opposite her. “You're Arab, aren't you? My father said the man who hired him was from the same country as him. He just hadn't told me he was the son of a sheikh. You're also rich, from what I can see. Your house is magnificent.” she talked as she chewed. It looked hungry. “I am the son of a sheikh who rules my country. My brother is the king.” "Wow! So you are the prince?” “Let's say so” I confirmed feeling awkward when she referred to me that way. I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry.

PRINCE Sari, age 12. For as long as he could remember, everyone called him “Prince” or “Young Prince” because he came from a Royal Family. They always stated that he was an important person in their kingdom. They also said that one day, he would become King of Kabinihan. Prince Sari had no idea what it all meant back then. Even now, he still couldn’t understand everything or what was his real purpose in this world.

“Andromeda didn’t last the night that day, and that broke Deniz more than anything could have, he vowed that night that he would avenge her, that Prontose’s life would be taken by his hands when the time came, and indeed he did keep his promise, as when he reached eighteen, on the day his mother had died, he went to the ocean and started calling for Prontose, though he had a doubt that the king would be facing him, he still kept calling for him, for hours standing on his feet, yelling as loud as he could until the raging king came out of his hideout and faced his son, accepting the challenge which was thrown in his face, knowing that it was the only way the young man would calm down, though

he introduced himself, “Crown Prince of Anatolia.” “Katie Arabella,” Katie shook his hand. “Aw, don’t you look so perfect together,” her aunt remarked, giddy. “I can tell that the engagement is the first step for you to hit it off!”