Novel & Cerita No More Prince

they asked us to go back they said that if they find him they will inform us about him but I insisted that I will stay here only untill my prince comes back what they mean by he is no more how can they say that my prince is no more no it should not happen he must be safe why god why now only I became happy that I got him back now again you took my happiness I can't live without him is this the end is really my prince is no more no I cant even dream the word that he is no more suddenly my vision became blurred iam falling unconscious but I don't what's happening around me I don't know what's wrong with me but my thoughts are screaming the same word that my prince is no more

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

Prince paid them off and placed a vacant position for a maid and gatekeeper outside his gate. Prince was still curious about what happened as he took some alcohol to suppress his depression. As he kept remembering how he fucked Mary, he smashed the bottle of champagne on the tiles. He later cleaned it up and he just couldn't sleep throughout that night. He ended up informing his friends on a WhatsApp group about the incident and they were pissed off. Most of them mocked him. Some where saying, "what happened to your taste?" Some where saying that, he shouldn't feel bad because almost every guy loves to get into the pussy of a hot girl and Mary was no exception. So shits like that happens.

"Don't mind him. I have warned you not to tell me such scary and sad stories anymore. That's how life works darling. I wish that I could explain to you what I mean by this, but I will leave it till you're older." "What about Iza then? Iza and Dave?" The first man looked at the second man before answering, "We don't know what later happened to them." "And Aldridge? I think he should have helped the king but he didn't. But I understand, he needed to save his beloved. Love is such a scary thing. At least the evil one died. That's the key." The men chuckled and stood up, wrapping her in a blanket. "Sleep well, Princess. We will see you tomorrow morning."

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

“I hope you’re no longer conflicted.” Katie chuckled. “I apologize for troubling you about that,” she took a deep breath. “I still am but serving the people is out of the question. Let’s do our best!” To the prince’s surprise, the princess raised her hand for a high-five! Alexander couldn’t fight off a smile as he gently clapped his hand with the princess’. Of course she’s the type to do a high-five.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

Hattie POV "Nothing?!" Lydia screamed when I told her the prince didn't touch me last night. It wasn't a big deal, but she was making it one. The maids too had a look of disbelief on their faces. "Is that a problem?" "If the prince didn't touch you last night, that means he doesn't desire your body" I smiled nervously. "Maybe he was tired"