Little Prince Book Novels & Stories

My chest still feels tight, like the air in the room isn’t enough. It fades eventually. It always does. I swing my legs off the bed and cross the room, careful not to make noise even though I’m alone tonight. My backpack sits by the desk. I unzip the front pocket and dig around until my fingers close around a small crinkling wrapper. Peach candy. I unwrap it and toss the candy into my mouth. The sweetness hits my tongue immediately, sharp and artificial and familiar. I suck on it slowly, letting the flavour settle before biting down.

"A story? Alright. Daddy will tell you a story. Okay? Now don't sulk, my little prince." Noah giggled and stopped pouting. Nathaniel took a deep breath, his voice dropping into a soft and soothing, affectionate rumble that echoed softly in the whole room "Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a beautiful, kind-hearted fairy princess. She was loved by everyone, and her heart was made of pure gold. One day, she chose to leave her own grand and beautiful fairy kingdom, her family, her friend's, and everything she loved just to marry a prince from a neighboring land."

His book was lying there, the pages fluttering in the breeze. He didn't need to write anymore. The story was told. Aradaa and Kaelor walked down the steps and toward the treeline. Their figures began to fade, merging with the light and the shadow of the trees. The Unified Network in the sky gave one last, golden pulse—a "Goodbye" that resonated through every leaf and every stone. The wind blew the pages of the "Book of the Two Kings" until it reached the very last leaf. The ink was dark, permanent, and simple. "We are no longer the code or the beast; we are the breath between the notes."

"You are lying. The Prince searched for Cinderella all over the kingdom until he found her." "That's not true either. The Prince never found her. He found someone else because his logic was flawed." "How so?" "Because searching for someone based on their shoe size is stupid. Imagine a Prince is looking for me with my shoe while I am asleep. Granny and I have the same shoe size. Does that mean granny tries it on and he takes her as his Princess when it fits?" Ella stopped twirling and said in a hopeful voice, "Maybe you told him that night you like butter cookies with sprinkles. And granny likes oatmeal raisin cookies. So he will know granny is not the right person."

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

"Whatever, Just let's go now." "Wait, I forgot my book!" Her brother exclaimed, running out of the dining hall and disappearing somewhere outside. "Prince Roman! You shouldn't have forgotten your book!" His mother called after him, chasing after him quickly. "Sorry Mother." He apologized, returning seconds later holding his copy of The Little Prince in his hands. Celine rolled her eyes as she gazed over at the beautiful painting on the wall next to them. "That looks amazing." She commented. He nodded eagerly, taking his seat next to her once again.

Leaning his face down next to mine. “I didn’t think you had it in you faerie, but I think I can work with this.” He said calmly, and not even slightly fazed by the short tousle. He let go of my wrist and rolled himself off of me; standing up in one smooth motion to his feet. I slammed my fists angrily into the ground before rolling over onto my back; my chest rising in heavy breaths. “You’re going to have to do better than that though,” the prince smirked, “it looks like you’ve never had a good work out in your life.”

He can't even say please! I felt sorry as I looked at the poor little prince making his way towards the menopausal elf. When the prince's eyes drifted to Nora, Ace snapped his fingers in front of hey. "Hey!" He yelled. "Eyes right here. Hurry up so we can leave this place!"

His untamed hair was cut to shoulder length and his mouth was cleaned with a brush and mint paste. After his second bath, they gave him towels to wipe himself off with and gave him regular clothes to wear. Shawn sat on the bed dressing as he wondered what this was all about? Especially since all of this happened right after he was visited by that young man with the sapphire eyes who the magistrate referred to as the prince. The prince of what? This kingdom? He did say something about his majesty, what was it again? Dinner was prepared and he was given the best to eat. Things he had never eaten or seen before was on his plate and for some reason, he was not sure if he should eat it but he did