International Lover By Prince Novels & Stories

That did not happen. Tonight we were not strangers, we were fevered lovers. Perhaps that is what ignited the fire, I thought to myself as I shuddered at his heavy, hot breaths in my ear. There was a form of desperation, of longing in the prince’s touch. Maybe he was thinking of his former lover who married his brother, heartbroken that he was not deemed good enough for the noble lycan female, Emily.

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

prince:- I want to hug my beautiful prince, not by male, I don't have a thing for male and when if I am with a girl don't you think it romantic rather than a male. prince also stand at his feet. but he makes blue soul angry blue soul:- Sorry for the disappointment master, I am not able to let you fuck me. prince:- I am joking I love you, you are my friend and lifesaver, after all, I want to explore this world. blue soul:- maybe I spoil you more than enough master, you are an idiot. it transforms back into an owl. prince:- I... owl:- before you say something master I want to tell you something

"I don't want you to end up like my brother's ex-lover." Prince Ron closed his eyes and sighed, wondering how he'd be able to get through to Princess Mariel. Hearing that his beloved had once been in love with someone made him feel jealous but he wasn't unreasonable. He never pursued his beloved with the thought that he'd be his beloved's first love. After all, his beloved was an Elf and has lived for hundreds of years. Maybe he had hundreds of ex-lovers but none of them mattered. "What matters is that he's with me." Prince Ron said, opening his eyes.

"Edward is no more. He succumbed to his illness recently and Caty has returned to Ivaris." "Where is Southland?" "About four hours south from here. Smallpox and typhoid numbers in our kingdom went down when we closed their border, but I had to make an exception to let Caty in." So Caty got even a second prince enchanted by her looks. The airhead looked nothing like Ian. With dark blue eyes and ash blond hair, he was totally Lydia's type. He had was taller than Mason but had the same athletic build. "Are you checking me out? It's about time you start noticing how breathtakingly handsome I am." He was nothing like the annoyed prince I remembered from his visit on the hot sunny day.

she gently pushed past him. "Wait, miss, it's not appropriate for a woman to go there at this time," he whispered with a frown. Eloise glared back at him. "Sir, it's none of your concern. Please make way," "But... but," Eloise shouldered past him and opened the door. The sailors inside were all half naked, wearing only their pants. "Honourable lady!!" the screamed aloud. Some ran and hid behind each other while some hid inside their torn up bedspread.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

"Come back, Elodie! I don't want anything anymore. Just come back." "It's fine if you don't forgive me. Just come back so I can hug you again… Please…" "You can hear me, right? You love me so much, so I'm sure you can…" I knew that things were over between us, but seeing him like this still made me want to give him a hug. At the end of the day, everything was too late. Why do people only cherish what they have after they lose it? And so, I sat by him and watched as he cried his heart out, sobbing the entire night before he passed out into slumber.

"My prince... please... I love you. I want to be with you..." "You are a great girl Tecla," Deagan said. He was already getting irritated. "You will find a better man, someone who will treat well." "No!" Tecla said. "You know what Deagan? I am not going to allow for that. You can only belong to me! You are mine!" So what if he loved Sunna? She had seen that his skin was already turning red, the effect of the drugs. And he was also looking uneasy. Deagan, on the other side, was getting confused. Why was he getting so hot?

I explain. "What song?" he inquires, even though he already knows it's my favorite. "The one you just sang," I reply, absentmindedly playing with my hair, which won't be there for much longer. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" His voice is flawless. I used to play this song when I couldn't fall asleep. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be." I feel his fingers gently combing through my hair. It's a reflex, they say, in moments like these. Perhaps he's as tired as I am. "Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." I resist the urge to close my eyes, wanting to hea