Mistaken Identity Fresh Prince Novels & Stories

How the fuck had I forgotten? Prince Zaqriel. My breath froze in my chest, and I snapped my gaze between him and Nikolai. The truth hit me like claws to the throat. “You…” I whispered, then louder, “You’re both mates.” Nikolai’s jaw flexed. “Answer him.” I swallowed, turning toward the Prince, though every bone in my body screamed not to. His gaze burned holes through me, waiting. And I hated how small my voice sounded when it finally left me.

|| Claire|| Oh darn it! It is him. The same guy who was introduced as the Prince but a little older. Hahaha! This must be the joke of the year. I cracked up, laughing into his face as if finding out who he was, was a prank. He smirked at me watching me in amusement. I wanted to run. A huge part of me wanted to break into a furious gallop like a horse. “You are the prince!” I stated not expecting any reply. I gripped my stomach laughing hard.

Elvis seeing that he can not hide his identity any longer said, " I have a secret but please I don't want you to tell Amanda now but I promise she will know about me soon. At the right time, I will tell her everything." " Your secret is safe with me," replied Kris. " I am Prince Browns. I have never been into any relationship. I found out that just few that were introduced to me were after my wealth. I tried falling in love, all to no avail. I decided to go out there and search for the right woman by pretending to be poor. I met about three ladies before Amanda but all rejected me and called me names until I met Amanda. I fell in love with her . It was love at first sight. Destiny brought us

It wasn't precisely a princely look. “I'm sorry I didn't say anything,” he said, looking down at his hands again. “It's just that I don't ever get to be just Freddie. People recognize me, and they expect Prince Frederick. They expect me to be everything they've read in the papers.” He looked over at me, his green eyes afraid and hopeful at the same time. “But you...” He smiled for real this time, his eyes darting around my face. “You didn't expect anything of me. You didn't already know every bad thing I've done or every mistake I've ever made. I didn't have to be a prince for you.”

Soon, he was let out of his chambers, and that is when the true nature of the prince came to light. His human maid had been combing through his hair. A comb stick scraped his scalp once and he yelped, shooting up from his seat. “Do you not know how to handle a comb anymore, Ida?” She fell to the floor and grabbed his feet, trembling. “Forgive me, Sire. Punish me if you must. I have made a mistake.” “Surely, you must not need your hands anymore,” he cooed, staring at the smooth slender fingers that were wrapped around his small foot, and a choked sound escaped the maid as she began sobbing.

The Prince shot up onto his feet, starring daggers into Jake. "You!" The Prince was appalled, "it's you!" Everyone in the building was surprised at the Princes out burst. "What's going on, does the Prince know this man?" "Huh, what's happening?" The Prince calmed himself down and showed a smirk before gently sitting back down. "So, it's you? Who would have thought?" Prince Dominic spoke and took a sip of his wine. "I've been wondering who would be so bold as to impersonate the Prince of Paris and even use my name to drive the Celts back behind the barrier."

“He’s so handsome!” “He’s even more charming than the pictures online—so warm and polite!” “Our own prince isn’t bad either. I think Federico could give him a run for his money!” Everyone chuckled at the comparison, knowing full well Federico’s true identity. He took it all in stride. In a low voice, he leaned toward Caitlin. “Good thing that prince showed up. Otherwise, we’d be in real trouble.” “Yeah… If they had figured out who I was, it wouldn’t have just been about false identity. I could’ve been arrested for illegal entry.”

A handsome man dressed in royal dark blue attire was leaning against the tree with his hands crossed over his chest while his eyes stared at me with pity. Princess? My heart clenched painfully inside my chest. Rose is right. I am always blaming her for my situation but the truth is that it’s all because of my stupid feelings. I crossed my boundaries and tricked a Prince thinking he would love me back. Brushing off those thoughts, I looked at him, “You mistook me, Sire. I am just a peasant.” I answered him politely only to earn a dry chuckle. “That’s a misconception. You don’t know your true identity, Jasmine.”

He closed the laptop and took her hand, his grip warm and grounding. Surely, if she was not Avery Wellesley, that would mean that they were not Noel and Neal Wellesley. They didn't belong to the Wellesley family, and the heritage which she had been fighting to protect all these years was never theirs to begin with. “They’re your sons,” he said quietly. “No DNA test, no name, no past can change that.” “But I was never Henry’s wife,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m not Avery Wellesley. That means Neal and Noel… they’re not his. And the whole world might find out that my identity was never real.”

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.