Little Prince Novel Novels & Stories

'' I ask, raising an eyebrow at him; waiting for his respond. ''Just come with me.'' He answers, grabbing onto my wrist before starting to pull me out of the garden—heading straight towards a black motorbike, leaving me slightly breathless but then I realise that he's a prince. For some reason, it feels like he's just a normal person. Are all princes like this? We both stop in front of his bike and as I eye the whole body, he stands beside me; zipping up his leather jacket that I didn't come to notice earlier.

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!"

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.

Then gone to his desk and written twelve pages about a prince who lived at the edge of a bay—a man with no inheritance save the crash of waves and the scent of salt. Only Vasiliya was ever permitted to hear the spoken version. And the child received it the way it deserved: with every pore of her body open, not merely her ears. ✘ ✘ ✘ “At the edge of a bay where the air always smelled of salt and the wind enjoyed stealing noblemen’s hats,” Feliks began, “there lived a Prince with no grand title. People called him the Bay Prince—because he was more often seen on a great flat rock than seated on a cold golden throne.”

"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.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

They are very different from normal people like me. "Welcome back, Princess Amity!" I flinched when I saw a strange bird on the branch. I'm not sure if it's an owl or a tarsier because the top looks like an owl while the bottom looks like a tarsier. It has wings and still speaks! What kind of animal is this? Even though I was scared, I still tried to ask. "Where is this place?" "You are in the Kingdom of Norland. The Kingdom that you're always been dreaming of."

Dad’s laughter follows- low, fond - and I hear him teasing Keith in that half-English, half-something-else way he did when he was happy. “Solnishko,” he says, and Mom laughs, swatting his arm. I want to stay here. I want to turn toward the kitchen, feel the warmth of the oven, steal a slice of peach before Mom catches me. But the warmth fades. The smell changes. Rot replaces sugar. Dampness seeps into my skin. Cold crawls up my spine. It’s dark when I open my eyes. Too dark. I’m not in the kitchen. I’m not home.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

It wasn’t a big smile, but it was enough. I helped him sit up and adjusted the pillows behind us, making sure he was comfortable. Then I opened the old storybook with its worn cover and bent pages—one of his favorites. “Ready?” I asked, brushing his hair from his forehead. He gave a small nod, his eyes already on the pages. “Once upon a time,” I began, my voice low and gentle, “in a land far, far away, there lived a brave young prince.” His lips curved into a faint smile, and he rested his head against my chest.