Little Prince Novel Novels & Stories

I said as I sat down opposite her. “You're Arab, aren't you? My father said the man who hired him was from the same country as him. He just hadn't told me he was the son of a sheikh. You're also rich, from what I can see. Your house is magnificent.” she talked as she chewed. It looked hungry. “I am the son of a sheikh who rules my country. My brother is the king.” "Wow! So you are the prince?” “Let's say so” I confirmed feeling awkward when she referred to me that way. I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry.

“Your highness I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I can come back another time.” “Please stay Maliyah. This is your home and call me Aspen. I know I am a prince but I’d like us to be friends,” he replies smiling at me. I smile back. “What are you reading?” “I haven’t decided yet. Your family has a lot of books I’ve never heard of. Do you have a recommendation?” “Well this one is my favorite, but I love horses so I do not know if it’s something you’d like or not.” I hand him a copy of Black Beauty

the prince said, "You're welcome," she replied, pleased to have shared a small piece of their world with her new friends. Other demanded for cup of coffee, and Jessica prepared and he thought Sharon and her mom how to prepare the coffee and some other things, When Prince was led to his bed In the hall, his bag fell, and all the treasures that his mom gave him poured on the floor, and Jessica sighted the treasures, and Jessica hastily rushed down to the prince bedside, and she asked, “Is this not diamond and gold,?“

He looked for him between the alleys, and heard some whispers and quickened his pace. Who was he talking to? Perhaps Erik? Was he hiding from me? Was he secretly meeting his ex-lover? His heart started beating fastly as he could not imagine his husband in the arms of another man. He stopped when he saw his legs. The prince was sitting on the floor. “O—Once there was a Princess... Once there was a Princess.” “W—Was the princess, y—you?” “A—And she fell in love.” Axel was holding a Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs book. He was concentrating on each letter and tried to pronounce it correctly.

Majori's POV: Perhaps my sudden outburst at the nurses and attendants had already reached Vincent's ears, because that very afternoon, he came to see me. The door opened quietly, and I saw him. Vincent stepped inside, bringing with him a wave of cold air from the hallway that spread through the small room. The dim light of the lamp reflected off the dark velvet cloak that trailed to the floor, the silver wolf fur lining along the collar swaying gently with each of his steps. Every movement carried the regal weight of a king: dignified, distant, and untouchable as if the space between us was already an entire world. He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover. When Buppig comes in, he has a plate of food. “Here Princess, when you didn’t come to breakfast, I wanted to make sure you got some food.” “Thank you, Buppig.” I say as my stomach begins grumbling loudly. I’m just about to show the book cover to Buppig when Ailduin walks into the room. “Leave us.” He says quietly, his eyes holding mine. From the corner of my eye, I see Buppig look at me before he bows his head and walks out of the room.

Died in a kidnapping gone wrong? No, of course not. His death, unfortunate as it was, was also a complete fucking accident. ○|￣|_ You see, although this little prince was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, his family actually happened to be virtuous rulers beloved by their people. (Shocking! I know!) And Aris, like a talented and noble young man that he was, didn’t just spend his days lazing about in a lounge chair while his servants fed him grapes.

I smiled at the eyes wide open honey pie in front of me and began reading, as slowly as I could. “Once upon a time, in a faraway land where fireflies surrounded the land… and added to its beauty. A princess was born. She had the most beautiful golden eyes, which matched the color of the fireflies. And they loved her as much as she loved them.” “Due to her love for them, she was nicknamed after them. Her name soon became Firefly Priscilla. Though long and funny, The Little Princess loved her name.”