Romans & histoires I'm Stanning The Prince Chapter 1

So why's he smiling so sweetly? "No worries. I'll bring you food here as soon as possible so I hope you can wait. My Aunt and Ecklis will be waiting so I have to hurry." I said and hurried to the Bathroom and took a bath quickly. I still can't believe a Prince is living in my room. This feels like one of those webtoons or Manhwa I've read, or anime shows I love to watch, this feels so surreal! I'm so happy that I'm even dancing in the shower, I'm such an idiot! But what can I say? This is the best day of my life! It's like some kind of wish has been granted and whatever being or object brought Caspian here heard me.

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?

Vaughn nodded and then began the scenario from his perspective, each one worried about the teen hallowed in golden light as they listened to his version of events; //A Prince indeed…// xXxXx (End of Chapter 12) Author's Notes: Next chapter might solve some questions, but if something stops making sense, please ask, by commenting! Vote and Like, and please RATE this story!!!

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The prince looked at the priest. His frightened gaze and trembling body alerted him and gave him goosebumps. Only by looking at him so closely could he notice the huge dark circles under the reddened eyes. Athelstan straightened his back, waiting. "This is Werod!" Around him, people burst into incontinent chatter. ****** Hello, lovelies! If you want, you can follow me on my i*******M @/cristina_v_author I hope you are liking the story!

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

“How are things going with –“ “You shut your mouth,” I mutter, whipping a hand up to smack her gently on the forehead. Shayne laughs. “There is nothing going on there.” But a figure comes to the tent's entrance, blocking the light, and we both turn our eyes towards the broad-shouldered, dark-haired Prince. And the way my stomach just flips over and plummets down like a professional cliff diver… “You’re lyyinggg,” Shayne says, all giggly and delighted.

Prince’s eyes widened, and he instinctively began to back away, but Justin slid behind him, pressing a hand to his waist. Justin leaned in, his lips brushing Prince’s ear. "My Prince," he murmured, low and teasing. Prince’s chest heaved as Justin’s hands traced his body, leaving him flushed and trembling. His gaze flicked toward Sebastian, wide with unease. "The one meant for you will arrive soon," Prince said, shifting nervously, attempting to avoid Justin’s touch. Justin chuckled softly, amused. "Why wait for someone else when we..." Justin paused, inhaling sharply, letting his face graze Prince’s neck. His eyes darkened with intent. "Don’t worry, my Prince. It won't hurt."

He ran out of my room, and I stayed there on my bed, waiting for him to come back. After a couple of minutes, he entered my room again with a book in his hands. He went up to my bed again, laying his body beside me as he opened the book to start reading. I notice that the book was for kids, titled "The Prince's First Love.". "Once upon a time, there was a prince named Lucas. Every woman in their palace wanted to be with him. However, the prince was aloof, too scared to even talk with other people. One day, he decided to walk around their garden, but when he was about to sit beside the long tree, he saw a girl smelling the flowers in their garden. And for a moment, instead of feeling scared,

ADRAIN The woman in front of me blinked her eyes as she took me in. I could see the recognition in her eyes. She knows that I am the crown prince. Adrian Rossi. Her eyes went wide as she took me in. "You...you are the crown prince!" She said to me. I rolled my eyes. Of course. She was probably one of those women who wanted to use my daughter to get closer to me. How did she even find Isabella? I had been looking for my daughter since the previous night. As I was the crown prince, I could not help but think that someone had taken her to get back at me.