Novelas y relatos de Little Prince

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.

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

"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."

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

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.

I whisper, leading him towards the right to head down the hallways, but I stop, looking back over my shoulder at the closed door with a little pink bow hanging on it. “What’s in that room, Princess?” Uncle Hunter asks, his voice soft and gentle. “Just some broken dreams.” I answer back, feeling a lump forming in my throat. Uncle Hunter says nothing, but lets me lead him to my office. His workers were quick with boxes and bubble wrap, packing away everything inside.

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

As my words fill the air, Maddox closes his eyes and hopefully allows his imagination to carry him away from the cold, unforgiving reality of his situation. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom surrounded by lush forests and sparkling rivers, there lived a kind and gentle prince named Oliver. He was known throughout the land for his generous heart and his endless kindness to all creatures, big and small. Prince Oliver had everything a prince could wish for—a grand palace, loyal subjects, and the love and admiration of his people. But despite all his riches and luxuries, there was one thing he longed for that seemed just out of reach—a love of his own. The prince had a heart as big as the kingdom

It had been our marking spot for years now. And from the tree, a freaking prince hung upside down, looking so comfortable, talking and laughing with Hayden and Lili as if he wasn’t hanging upside down. “Can we bring him down and take him home with us? He is so handsome,” Lili said with a bright smile when she saw me. I shook my head with a frown as I glared at the f*cking prince. How the hell did he find me and what the hell was he doing getting caught in a trap?