Novel & Cerita No More Prince

“It will be like I never left. Who even notices me?” “Apparently a lot more people than one would expect. Like the Prince.” Gwen knew her statement was not the best one to use as a way to try and convince him. “He’s just weird. Don’t mind the Prince.” Gwen said that knowing full well that he would hear about it. The Captain chuckled. “‘Don’t mind the Prince’? Is he someone I should be expecting to add to your fan club?” “Fan club?” Gwen raised her eyebrows. “Well not anymore, Ace made sure of that.”

Josh encouraged Kendrick. “I have nothing more to share,” he spit out, looking around the room anxiously. “Well, that makes your death easier,” the prince said moving towards Kendrick. Kendrick yelled out, “You cannot do this. I have a right to a trial!”. The prince laughed, “You just had your trial. You admitted to abusing my fated mate and our daughter,” Josh stated calmly.

In his wake is a deafening silence. “Ladies!” Queen Lauretta breaks the silence, a small smile on her face. “I apologize on behalf of Prince Zayne. He makes mistakes when he's drunk, please do not take his actions to heart.” She goes on with a long, boring speech she seems to have prepared in advance while I tune out. At least I am no longer the center of attention. Even the small man has forgotten about me. When order is restored, the crown prince addresses us next and he’s… kind? Responsible too.

If he might have, then he would have collapsed on the table. “I overslept” The Queen hummed, perching on her plush couch. “Would you like a cup of tea?” “No, thank you.” She continued to stir the spoon in her cup. He licked his lips nervously, unsure of how to start. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” The Prince sighed, “Yes...I don’t think Jane can attend the party tomorrow.” “Why is that? Extra shift at the bar?” The Queen spat, her lips pressed together.

"What prince? It's time to end this! They've already passed away, and it's been more than an era. We can't blame the dead, can we? But since they've revived and want to revive, we can't ignore them! Now that the Human Emperor has taken action, the prince is doomed to be dead!" "The immortal world is no longer the era of the Immortal King! Now that the prince's territory has been shaken, the next step is to be broken! It means that he is no longer invincible, and the immortal world is no longer what it used to be! The prince is just a rebel! I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

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.

They didn’t know why the princess froze the kingdom. Unfortunately, both incarnations of the princess and Phyros don’t have the princess and Phyros’s memories since they have not yet awakened. So, no one can know about the truth of that day… that fateful night of the king’s death and the eve of the princess’s birthday. Now, the incarnations can only wait until Raine celebrates his birthday and awakens the princess’s power in him together with the princess’s memories. “Raine.” Vermeil called. His voice pulled Raine from his thoughts.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Then he seemed to remember something, and a twisted smile spread across his face. "Were you the one peeking through the crack in my door that day?" My heart skipped a beat, but I steeled myself and nodded. "That's right. It was me! That's why I know what you need!" The air went dead silent. The next second, Prince Adrian suddenly erupted in fury and let out a shrill, manic laugh. "Well then! So you're the one who got away! Since you've seen it, you have even more reason to die! Do you really think I'd believe you anymore? Dead people are the best at keeping secrets!"

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a