Imogen The False Prince Novels & Stories

Shit, like that wasn’t new in my world, there were crazier things to deal with. Yet, instead I’d heard a soft hello that ran right down my cock. Imogen, my brown eyed Princess. As if sensing my thoughts, she glanced at me and smiled sheepishly. Her face turned red as a fucking tomato as she blushed and my jaw locked, trying to rein in the rush of desire that swept through me. I’d want to see other parts of her blush. Ah hell, she’d look so fucking pretty with her ass all up in the air, pale creaming skin, red from my spanking. With that pink, perfect pussy shining in the air dripping all that fucking juices.

Except I couldn’t even manage that. The early flickering flames were extinguished by the rainstorm. Then I realised by starting a great big fucking fire in the middle of nowhere I would only be attracting more attention to myself. “Hey Maddox,” came a soft, childlike voice. Watching like a ghoul a few metres away stood Imogen. Her auburn hair and golden eyes are just like Thalia’s except she was much more petite. Draped in a heavy maroon cloak against the rain and black leather boots she looks like a twisted Red Riding Hood.

Hence taking his words into a serious fit, the prince of manly 25 stood up from his seat before approaching the huge transparent window at the other side of the space where his upperclassman friend was sitting. With a knowledgeable look drawn all around his features, the prince Rogan looked the other way before gutting to speak up soon in reply to the alarm of master Xavier. "The Princess is rumoured to be the most gorgeous woman in the entire territories of young Europe, Xavier." Uttering with a hint of caution, Prince Rogan rather seemed to already own the valid knowledge about everything. Which certainly surprised master Xavier who transferred his cold eyes to him only to see him all ser

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

Maybe I deciphered his emotions inaccurately. I got up and ran to my room. I was enraged. "What does he think of himself? He may be the prince, but I am a beauty queen. Just for a look from members, men throw themselves. Here I was, throwing myself at him, and he didn't even look at me. How pathetic. " Hastily, I changed my clothes and went to sleep. Jai Pov

" the young prince was not convinced by the fair maiden sudden appearance. "Ok, you said you're here for me right? good! How did you know I was here? let me tell you the truth, I'm the first prince of Igodomigodo, Although this forest is inhabited by Evil Spirits like yourself, it's is still a part of Igodomigodo. Therefore, as the prince, I demand that you tell me the truth, did you manifest from the smoke?" Convinced the strange woman was an Evil spirit, the prince said lifting his lips into a pouch.

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

Veronica teased me hiding a laugh under her tightly pressed lips. I crinkled my nose, scrunched my forehead, and twisting my lips turned to the direction she was just pantomiming through her mischievous eye. Yeah, she was right though. It was my prince charming all in black. His deep shade of blue eyes with a darker shade of blue ring shining around, fascinated me. I pried at him seeking some attention, but Imogen seemed to haven't noticed me and walked past me. I stayed there dumfound. Did he just overlook me?

Her voice rang through the ballroom, drawing curious glances, whispers behind manicured hands. “What kind of woman destroys a man for cheating?” Thalia spat, her voice rising as security finally began steering her away. “You think you’re so noble now? You’re nothing but a cursed woman in disguise, hiding behind your father’s name!” Imogen merely watched, her gaze cool beneath the mask, her smile untouched by Thalia’s pathetic tantrum. Slowly, she turned back to the man who had stepped in for her defense, her lips curling into a sweet, polished smile.

"...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--" I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it. "...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."