Jaron From The False Prince Novels & Stories

"How did it go? Did Sir agree with our plan?" The young man was very thin with fair skin and long brows that suggested he was a sneaky and loathsome person. His name was Jarian, an elite disciple of the clan and Yarl's sidekick. He gave people the perception that he is a weakling, but in fact, he often had many loathsome ideas. The idea that Yarl suggested to Cranos was one of his ideas. "Damn it. How dare you ask how did it go?" Yarl's face sunk and he rebuked, "What sh*t idea is that? I got scolded before I could finish telling the plan."

The next few weeks were a relentless assault on my senses and my sanity! Rachel chirped about fashion and makeup, Miss Albright drilled me on history I didn’t care about, and Jaron..Jaron was a special kind of hell. He was built like a mountain, an ex-Beta warrior Austin had apparently known from his pack days, exiled for some forgotten slight by Vorlag. Jaron didn’t believe in gentle instruction. He believed in pain, exhaustion, and pushing me until I wanted to curl up and die.

He needed to be shaken from his stern composure. "Arius," he began. "You love her, don't you?" Arius' whole body went rigid, a shocked look on his face, one he was glad Jaron couldn't see. "L-love who?" he asked dumbly, praying that the council leader wouldn't answer but knowing he would. "Jaida." "No." Jaron only sighed, shaking his head a bit in disappointment. Arius was never honest…with himself or others. "I thought I told you not to lie," scolded Jaron in a fatherly tone. "It's wrong to be so dishonest."

“Sigh, wronging a person of his goodwill I see.” Tim Zepeda and Yaron Quick both sighed as if Reign Jackson had missed an opportunity. The sight had halted all laughter from Marvin Brown and the others. They were all perplexed. ‘Are Tim Zepeda and Yaron Quick brain-dead? Or do they actually have some sort of trump card?’ “Prince Jackson, Mr. York’s identity is one that you all have to bow to!” Tim Zepeda said earnestly.

“I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.” Alaric frowns at me, like he can see what I’m thinking before he moves across the carriage and grabs my face with both his hands. “We will have you in our beds because you are beautiful and smart. We are loyal to no one. None of us has chosen a mate. We never have, and you are not a whore for lying with us. You will be rewarded for your time with us, pleasured by our touch and treated as an equal,” he explains to me, but everything from when he said they don’t have mates seems like a blur.

People were coming, and it was Richard who was sitting on the side, waiting for them. Renea had taken the initiative and went over. “Richard let’s rehearse the scene once before shooting starts.” “Okay,” Richard immediately revealed an excited smile, before tightening it a bit. It was also the first scene where the two had been opposite each other since the shooting began. Arcelio is the Prince of the Dragon clan and was originally engaged to Aria of the Flower clan But Aria liked the second prince Alex. Today was the day that Crown Prince Arcelio came to the Flower clan to talk to Aria about the marriage contract.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

He wiggles his eyebrows making Eli laugh out loud breaking the tension from their earlier conversation. When they reach the front porch, the Royal Guards hold everyone back while they walk up the steps to the front of the entryway. The huge ballroom doors are open as they walk up to the announcer. He blows the horn and waits for everyone to quiet down. Elijah looks around the room and spots Corbin in the back in a beautiful bluish green dress that makes her hazel eyes glow. Aragorn gets antsy in his mind as he hears the announcer. “Our Alpha King Tobias and Prince Elijah Granger of the Werewolf Kingdom and Witch Kingdom.”

Butler Warren could only sigh heavily seeing how stubborn I am. He is probably close with the five idiots since none of them could be the prince. The Prince could be watching our every move to know me more and to make sure that it goes everything as he planned. So, he needed people he trust the most to pretend as my bodyguards and to make sure that even if I fall for one of them he is sure that they won't reciprocate my love because he knew that the four idiots valued friendship more than anything else. But if that is the case, he is really a jerk despite him being an intelligent being, his ways on dealing things are not good.