Imogen The False Prince Novels & Stories

I cuddled myself up in the bed with my pillows but the sound of the television was clear. "Do you Prince Sebastian take Princess Naomi as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish and be forever by her side through sickness and heath until death do you part?" "Emily! Get out here! something is happening!" Gen called and I peeled myself up and out of the room. "What's going on?" "Look, look, look, he's shaking his head instead of answering." I looked at the screen and Sebastian was now whispering to the priest. Princess Naomi had a fake smile on her face as she stood still, and after twenty more seconds, Sebastian walked out of the wedding chapel.

“It’s just that… we expected her answer to be a godly parent but her answer was even more unexpected.” “Wait a minute, while Kaine may have a point, that actually makes a lot of sense,” Ryle said, evidently in deep thought. “The new Crown Princess is the missing daughter of the previous King and Queen,” he tilted his head. “But that would mean she wouldn’t have a godly parent.” “Are we really going to disregard the fact that you asked her who her ‘godly’ parent is? Is that some sort of metaphor? Are you royalties too?” Alexander asked.

In other words, he was more dangerous than his father with a cunning personality. DAMON/BRYCE POV "You are what?" She yelled. "You can't be him, the crown prince doesn't use his legs, so you are joking, with her voice cracking from her shout earlier. "Kiara, I'm seriously the prince, the reason I'm using my legs is because in the palace, I have to fake it," I tell her. "Then why are you making us go through all this, why don't you tell them that you can walk, why don't you take your position?" She questioned.

“You are our sister, Noelle. Don’t make Sebastian an enemy. We are a coven, and we’ve been waiting for you for years.” Imogene smiled at her. “Here you are now. You belong here, Noelle. With a strong hybrid like you completing our coven, we will rule the world.” Imogene cajoled softly as Noelle growled at her. “We are helping you to discover your true self, Noelle. You would have ended up being nothing in that kingdom you were put in to serve the Lycan prince.” Imogene’s eyes looked over her shoulder, gesturing at the prince that was still sprawled unconsciously on the floor.

Due to these kinds of movies, Raine somewhat accepted what Raeyan and Yris told him about this supernatural world and supernatural powers. Also, of him having supernatural powers, too. Ice, right? Raine thought when he recalled about that princess that Raeyan and Yris told him he was the incarnation of. An ice princess… he thought, then suddenly recalled a children's story about a snow queen. This princess, named ‘Alf’, should have the same powers as this snow queen. And if this princess ascends the throne, then she would really become a queen. A snow queen.

His eyes studied me carefully. “You are Aranelda Tirisil. Prince of Faerl, son of Belle and Alaric Tirisil, meant to be the host of Helios and thought to have been stillborn. Aphrodite and Aries sent you here. Now that we know where you are, we will not allow them to keep you.” I touched each binding, disintegrating them. “I am not physically here, but at the very least I can do this and you can try to hide from hateful eyes, or if you can escape, please do. The castle of Faerl is open to you. It is your home.” I touched his forehead just as I had done with Lady Emily, hoping to dispel any negative spells or charms that might be on him. “I have to go, but follow the chain to me, and trust th

he sighed, falling into deep thought. "Someone like General Fan is probably fated to be matched with one as the caliber as him. Respected, talented, and beautiful everything that I am not." he thought mournfully. "Someone like him deserves it though so I'll just let it go and admire from afar, a little playful flirting couldn't hurt, if I stop now I'll just lose face." he cringed. Actually there is no one in the Imperial Palace that is unaware of the prince's affections for the general though many pass it off as passing interest or fancy after all he was only 19 years of age.

“Let her go, Cedric! What are you doing?” I release Princess Vivian, and she falls to the ground, pallid. Bella crouches next to her to help her up. Bella glares at me. “What are you doing? She’s the queen!” I look at her with hatred in my eyes. When she sees it, she flinches, and I notice the flicker of guilt on her face. “The queen? She’s not the queen. Where is Leanna?” Bella straightens up, lifting her chin. “This is Princess Vivian, the true Princess Vivian. I imprisoned the impostor. She escaped, but I’m having people track her down. This is the woman meant to be your mate. She has royal blood—”

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.