Lazy Prince Becomes A Genius Novels & Stories

He replied "You should be grateful, this is the VIP lounge" "You know, I can just go home" "No. I promised I'll do anything you want for a week and that comes with a price." "Umm_" "Don't have a dirty mind cupcake, I'm not having sex with you" "So the price is to stay here at your party?" "Yes" "You're drunk"

“You are selling yourself short again, you are not my assistant, you are my right-hand man, the princess or anyone else would be lucky to be with you even though you are sometimes a pain in the ass, you are a great catch too,” Lance complimented. “Yeah, words, I don’t want to have anything to do with the princess or any woman for that matter,” “Wait? Are you into men? I can definitely find a willing partner for you,” Lance said. The look that Patrick gave him could possibly make a weak man tremble.

"Your highness" Wizard Zudan leave what he was doing and bow for Lame while Edgar keeps standing and looking at Lame. Wizard Zudan taps Edgar and tells him to bow down for the king. Edgar smiles and slowly bows for Lame immediately he did Lame heart started beating so fast, she falls down and faint.

My foul mood returned instantly. "The smart cookie is baking cookies?" He laughed at his own lame joke and sat down on the kitchen counter. "Your Highness, it's common courtesy to wait in the parlor, you know?" "I know, but I don't have that. Let's drop these formalities and come straight to the point. How did a country bumpkin like you trick me so well?" What did he think he was? Da Vinci? Ignorant numbskull! "I love cookie dough. It tastes awesome raw but people ruin it by baking," he said, sticking his finger into the batter. Was he really the prince or his imposter?

I hesitated for a moment before asking, “Oh really? Rich for me, or for you? John, do you even have a job? I mean, you always seem to have enough of everything, but you never sell anything to anyone. And you’re always at home, and I’m sure selling timber isn’t enough to make all of this, is it?” To my surprise, John answered immediately. “Mercy, I do have a job. I work for the royal family. I'm currently on a year’s break, if you must know. So I do know about the world. A lot about it, actually, so I’m going easy on you with the training, but you’re too immature to realise, or to even be thankful for.” John said. I stared at him, stunned by the information. No wonder he always had enough of

Prince Jude said, while looking at me. “I think that you might’ve mistaken, he is the master,” I replied as I pointed my index finger to Pi. “It can’t be… depending on your magical power, you’re the strongest one here,” he replied. “You can use him, Clementine… he’s much more powerful than he looked,” Lucas butted in. “You complimented me, but kind of insulted me in the end,” Prince Jude said. I sighed, then looked at Prince Jude’s eyes. “Vide,” I enchanted, then I saw that his power was sealed. If it is sealed, then he really has a huge amount of power.

They were wealthy and influential, and he wasn't. He'd researched Ashanti, and she was a powerhouse in both the human and Lycan worlds. Her husband was a tech guru, and they were both so accomplished. Meanwhile, he was just struggling to keep up. He felt so insufficient, like he wasn't good enough to take care of their daughter. This whole situation was starting to feel like a fucking joke, and he was the punchline. Just when his eyes were drifting shut, someone came in without knocking. He opened his eyes immediately and turned his head towards the intruder. It was Emily and she was as naked as

“The first time I saw it, all I could think was where the hell did he plan on putting that damn thing.” Gracie pealed with laughter, listening patiently and interjecting with questions where she felt I wasn’t providing enough information. “Is he really that good?” I nodded. “Regrettably, yes.” “Why regrettably?” She frowned. “The man looks like a Norse god, and you’re the one reaping the benefits of his talents. It doesn’t sound like something one should regret.”

I’d seen the man he could be if he stopped hiding behind his facade. Eventually, we changed into our pajamas and crawled into bed, shutting off the lights. Isaac held me close until sleep claimed us both. In my dreams that night, I saw a blond-haired prince standing tall and proud. I saw him holding his head high with pride and dignity as someone placed a golden crown atop it. I saw a prince—my prince, at least for the time being—finally breaking free from the chains of his past and becoming the man he was always meant to be.