Mistaken Identity Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

He headed to the receptionist and she looked at him as though she was seeing a ghost. She'd seen him many times on tv but now that she saw seeing him in real life, she didn't know if he was Prince Felix or Prince Williams. She had always been a fan of Prince Williams because of his authenticity and confidence. “Your highness—” “—You might as well use a mic and announce to the whole world that I'm here.” Felix said and the woman bowed her head. His remark was witty. He was definitely Prince Williams. “Appologies your highness.” She said In a low tone.

She practised few deep breaths to avoid the quicksand of past. “Why is his room so secluded? Isn’t he new and should be kept close?” the words rushed out of their own volition. She should not have said that because Kris was frowning at her. But then her face cleared. “Oh you must’ve heard the rumors. He is new. Did you know Noah Abel rescued him? That’s a little hot, wouldn’t you say?” Kris giggled. Yes, his royal hotness was going to be very disappointed and very angry soon, thought Vanessa. But gave in to the assumption Kris had.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

He had even made a dinner reservation at the best rooftop restaurant in the city to introduce us to each other tonight. But from what I heard from him, his first love was a gentle, understanding, sweet, and nice young lady! How could she possibly be the vile and malicious Brianna? But I recalled how pitiful she looked in her live-stream earlier today, and I couldn't help thinking to myself that this woman was far more than what met the eye. I looked her in the eye and enunciated each word clearly, "If the person you're referring to is Spencer Crawford, the CEO of Everbright Group, I suggest you let me go right this instant. I'm Spencer's sister, and he'll make every single one of you pay!"

“Oh. Why didn’t Royal say anything?” “I don’t know.” She shrugged, “we’re still getting to know each other. He told me he was Prince’s brother the day he and Ambrosia had the blow out in Keshaun’s coffee shop. I recognized Precious from the freckles,” she made a waving motion over her nose as she struggled to keep her story straight and honest without being too revealing. “I hated her.” “Ambrosia?” “Her too, but no, Mindy.” “Why?”

PARKING LOT ROMANCE ALERT: FEATURING SOON TO BE CROWNED KING, PRINCE TRISTAN PRINCE TRISTAN AND A BARTENDER? READ ALL ABOUT THE PARKING LOT LOVE STORY BELOW Jane felt the colour drain her face in the last article. How did they find out her identity? She stared at the picture, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the grainy image of her with Tristan. Prince Tristan! It was too much for her to take in. “Could I get a whiskey? Neat,” She breathed, meeting Krista's eyes.

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.

I stood in the foyer, still wearing my blazer, sunglasses, expensive bag, and the leftover aura of a woman who had just walked out of a billionaire meeting. “You throw that sandal,” I said, slowly removing my sunglasses, “and I will make that sandal an only child.” Both stopped. Al slipped a little on the rug, nearly fell, then grabbed the console table with great drama. The crown sat crooked on his head. Gabby pointed at him with the sandal. “He stole my identity.” “I did not steal,” Al defended himself. “I improve.” “I’M A PRINCESS!” “Princess has too much drama.”

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

“The Prince, when he reunited with his Princess, was distressed to find out she once came looking for him only to find him in the arms of someone else.” “The rake,” Jade shouts. I look and see all the guys well dressed in suits and all my girls in gowns. No wonder they locked me in the car; they wanted to get dressed. “Yes, I was a rake.” I turn back to Zayne, and he continues, “you went to Princeton to find your Prince but found a frog instead.” “Hey, I’m still mad about being called a frog,” Gin shouts. I laugh and wipe my tears. “Shut up!” Sam shouts. “Go ahead, Zayne.” I chuckle— they are so silly.