International Lover By Prince Novels & Stories

“King Rossi and I were already concluding you and Eliza getting married in the coming year, so to strengthen the bond between the two Seats, seat of Rossi and seat of Trace.” “I didn't consider that decision based on a political choice, Trace,” Rossi said calmly as he took a sip of his glass of water. “I was only considering that because Adrian is yet to fall in love with someone fit to be his queen.” “But we were…” “That's my final decision and you should deal with it, King Trace. Claire and I are a perfect match and Eliza knows well that I don't love her and I can't see a future with her at all.” Adrian said brutally. “Don't waste your time on me at all, Eliza.”

She asked, pushing him back slightly. “Does what work?” He asked, still with that silky charming tone to his voice. “I’m a Prince. A High Prince. Most girls would kill to get my attention.” “I’m not most girls.” lisa snapped. He really did believe he was something. This High Prince Rillon. “No you most certainly are not.” Rillon replied quietly, intimately, as he moved his hand to brush her face. “Don’t touch me.” lisa said jerking back from him.

As I walked off the stage, he followed me with his eyes, as though pleading with me not to go. The surroundings fell into an almost deafening silence. There was complete silence, and even the sound of people breathing ceased for a brief moment. All of us are patiently awaiting his introduction. The prince put his hand on the piano and got ready to play, but before he pressed the key, he turned his head back to me and mouthed the words, "I was made for loving you." He then started playing. PLAYING I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU BY TORI KELLY AND ED SHEERAN

Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much. “Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince remarks, not sounding like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate your new family?”

He couldn't help but think of the past, of his lover—Celina. *** The Prince found himself slumping back against his seat. The faint sound of someone tapping the piano keys rang in his ears. Javier rolled his eyes back, tension draining from his shoulders as music seeped into his mind and whisked him off into another world. He soaked in every messy note and melody, letting every crisp nuance and soft detail sink into him and soothe his soul. Opening his eyes, he instantly spotted the person playing the piano. Celina. The melody she was playing was clearly stolen from several different classic ones and stuck together. Still, he appreciated the effort that went behind it.

It happened that her head, would not be leaving her body after all. “It’s okay my love, I wasn’t crying” “Hope I didn’t offend my lady? I will do anything to keep away those tears” the prince said and kissed her left cheek. He smelled almost like the nectar of a flower. “There is something I want you to do” Chinwe said, pushing her luck. “Anything my angel.” The prince repeated and picked her up from the floor. The both stood close now. Body to body. “I want you to marry princess Olamma and take me in as your mistress”

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

Prince has blocked them already. My Prince, please stop thinking that the Ocean lord loves you. He doesn’t love you at all. He has seen that you are a treat to him and his kingdom. My Prince, please swear before His Majesty that you would not take what I am revealing unto you into your heart, and you would continue to love me. I looked at her and smiled. I said to your majesty I promised I would continue to love Angie as I have been loving her. Thank you, my Lord. My Prince, the Ocean Lord, has seen that I couldn’t destroy your divine mandate with alcohol.

I couldn’t stop looking at the calmness and lure that adorned his face and features. He was effortlessly the most stunning chap I’ve ever seen— and I’ve met a lot of stunning chaps as over the years as I grew up in RawHowl, visitors habitually came to see Luna Dolores and her Alpha mate for contract offers and proposals, and/or other formal matters. They were wealthy visitors, hence stunning visitors. But then the Prince's radiance was on another level. Perfection and uniqueness polished him and made him the sublime artwork that he was. — a sexy artwork.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ how can my prince be like this no he is not at all my prince he is fake all the time he enjoyed with girls being around me how can he play with my emotions I believed him I loved him I cared for him how can he cheat on me how can he lie he is fake he is fake sobb mom he is not good mom he is bad mom sobbb the prince I loved is not him he is not good person he is not the man I dreamed about