No More Prince Novels & Stories

He hissed but Prince Jion did not answer back. “Hold on. We are going to tend thee…hold on.” Lord Troi said in trembling voice, denying this actually happened. But it was as if it was destined so, the once strong prince was now lying as a corpse on his own bed with a princess could neither weep for her loss or called him one more time. She just stared at the prince' face with soulless eyes upon realizing that he was gone. “Liar…”The tribe princess accused him. “…liar.” Everyone in the room do not know what she was saying but the majesty queen choked out her own sobs, seeing her daughter in law smiled so bitterly. “Liar…”

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

The Third prince just stood there and watched them, the Princes were all smiling and jumping happily as their mothers praised them. Watching them being praised by both their Father and Mothers made the ten year old third prince's eyes to well as he didn't have anyone to praise him. His mother was already dead and his father does not even spare a glance at him. His breath hitched as he sighed trying so hard to fight back the tears that kept welling in his eyes. As he couldn't bring himself to keep watching them, he turned and began to walk away. As he gloomily walked away, he heard some of the maidservants mumbling to themselves at how he got ignored once again that made him really annoyed as

When my tutor was instilling behavior lessons into me that had been skipped. I took out my phone and texted Chloe: Prince Adrian is here. I directed the prince to one of the chairs in this small sitting room and he sank into it gratefully. “Prince Adrian,” I started. “Just call me Adrian,” he interrupted me. I frowned at him, confused. He sighed. “I am no longer Crown Prince. I abdicated and passed the right on to my younger brother Alexander.” My mouth fell open in shock and I didn’t even bother closing it. That was… that was a huge piece of information that needed to be analyzed. “Did you do it for Chloe?” I asked.

Is he even aware of the situation he has put ourselves into? Then something echoes at the back of my mind. I remember Jake's words when he once talked to Prince. "And you still leave me here alone with all these chicks out here, man." Prince doesn't go around hooking up with girls, unlike Drake. But still, somehow my intuition tells me that Prince is unavailable. It's true that he seems to have no interest in girls, although many of them threw a glance at him every time I was with him in public.

How could they do this to their own race? "Number 4 is gone. You should replace a new head soldier. Do you understand?" The Prince calmly stated. I can't take this. This kind of prince deserves some discipline! He needs to be taught some lesson! And he called himself the Prince? How could he just kill his fellow aliens? His reason's not even valid! Too childish! Too low! Too unacceptable! The soldiers left the place bringing number 4's lifeless body. The Prince told them to bury him to somewhere far away. He stood up from his seat and looked to where I am. His blue eyes are annoying the hell out of me!

I ask, that successfully shuts Kiara up and if I didn’t need an answer to the stalker-like question, I would have forced her to stay like that. “The prince?” I bop my head in a nod once. “None that I heard of,” she frowns. “You remember I told you people even thought he was gay because he didn’t look at women at all. Prince Zanders is the one that has been involved in so many scandals.” She shakes her head and blows out a breath. “But Prince Ezra, has a clean slate as far as I know.” “And you’re not saying this because you think I like him?” I ask, just to be sure.

Three times the referee has reviewed it and found nothing. Because there's nothing to find. Whatever he's doing is surgical enough to be invisible on camera and felt only by the person on the receiving end. Their quarterback is rattled. He won't look at number four between plays. "Who are they?" I ask. Directed at no one in particular. And It's Marcus who answers. "Number Eleven is Noè Laurent," he says. "His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it."

But she looked better and happier and full of life". "Em," Athena called out. "What's the prince up to these days it's all over the news he is seeing someone new," she said trying to get something out of me. "I don't know ". "He was caught on camera with a strange woman last night " Aunt Athena had been the one to always read entertainment news and what goes on she probably will be the one to find out when she gets pregnant. she has to be careful without having to spill everything on her.

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”