Little Prince Novels & Stories

Its fur was matted and the color faded, but somehow it looked warm. “This is Princess Bunny.” I accepted the doll carefully, as if it were fragile. “She’s beautiful.” “She’s friends with Prince Rock,” Maximilian said, moving the toy. “Come on, Mom, talk too. Like this ‘hello, Prince Rock!’” I closed my eyes briefly, then mimicked him shyly. “Hello, Prince Rock.” Maximilian laughed in delight. We began to play a small story. Princess Bunny got lost in the forest, Prince Rock rescued her, and then they met a giant who turned out to be just the neighbor’s very big chicken. Maximilian was so excited his cheeks turned red.

“If you sleep now, Papi will tell you a special story you’ve never heard.” Ash paused mid-chaos. “What story?” “Secret. The title is… The Sausage Princess Trapped in the Yam Castle.” I groaned. “Seriously.” But Ash looked spellbound. He grabbed his blanket and dragged Pepper along as he dashed into the bedroom. Thirty minutes, five pages, and one absurd fairy tale later — complete with a vegetarian dragon, a talking prata, and a prince who won a flip-flop racing contest — the tiny creature finally passed out.

Princess Freyja I open my eyes, blinking as the morning sun shines in my bedroom window. I yawn and stretch as a voice floats into my head ‘Good Morning, and Happy Birthday’ the sweet voice of my wolf, star has me sitting up with excitement. “Good Morning, Star” I say out loud as a knock comes at the door. “Come in!” I shout as I wrap my robe around me. Mama, Papa, Angelo and Denu burst in with balloons and a confetti cannon. I can help laughing as they all shout Happy Birthday.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

He ran out of my room, and I stayed there on my bed, waiting for him to come back. After a couple of minutes, he entered my room again with a book in his hands. He went up to my bed again, laying his body beside me as he opened the book to start reading. I notice that the book was for kids, titled "The Prince's First Love.". "Once upon a time, there was a prince named Lucas. Every woman in their palace wanted to be with him. However, the prince was aloof, too scared to even talk with other people. One day, he decided to walk around their garden, but when he was about to sit beside the long tree, he saw a girl smelling the flowers in their garden. And for a moment, instead of feeling scared,

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

Henry’s amusement turned to mock horror. “No, no, no! Precious one, don’t use this move on me! You know I can’t handle your cuteness!” Little Prince usually looked dazed. Any time he wanted to plead for something, his little expression and presence could make you die because of his cuteness and then revive you back. He wasn’t just adorable—he was dangerously persuasive. His big, shining eyes could melt the coldest heart, and when he tilted his small head just so, he looked like a lost angel begging for a miracle.

My little prince, once so untouchable, now carried the evidence of my claim hidden under his expensive suit. I switched feeds and watched him climb into a cab, then followed him through the city until he reached Vane Capital. He walked into my building like he belonged there. He kept his head high and his back straight, but I saw the slight hitch in his gait. The way he favored one side. Perfect.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw