No More Prince Novels & Stories

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.

Not now. There was no time to be soft. There was no opportunity for it. You either made it or you didn’t. No in-betweens. No excuses. No mistakes. Be flawless, like always. She allowed herself a tiny smirk, then she vanished from before the mirror and the only sound of her leaving was the door clicking as she locked up. ~~~ Prince Williams was restless. It was not the first time, nor the last, he felt so. The restlessness had been growing in intensity ever since Felix left for America and every day, it seemed to weigh heavier on his mind.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

She’s not even interested to know. Glancing around, Jane couldn’t identify anything out of the ordinary. Oh for god's sake she didn’t want to spend the rest of the holiday looking over her shoulder. Maybe it was a one-time thing, just someone at the port who’d recognised them and had them followed. She hoped that's it. “Guess it doesn’t matter how, huh?” The Prince sighed, seeming to swallow around a dark thought. “Umm...What did James say?” “Nothing other than those photos will make people believe.”

He said to me while spreading his hand widely as a way to express just how wild the news was. “How come I have never seen you or heard from anyone that there was a prince after Belen?” I said to him, “Don’t think Belen makes me feel that much. We only have a year gap from each other.” He joked. I was slowly doubting if he even heard the news of his father’s death because he seemed so calm about it. “What’s your name?” I asked the prince. “It’s Jade, Prince Jade .” He said before forwarding his hand to me for a handshake.

But the tension in Prince’s posture, the way he grips the gun like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality, tells me he’s anything but okay. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” he snaps, his tone icy. “I can handle it.” I nod, swallowing back the urge to argue. Who is this guy, as it's not Max. Something about this doesn’t add up. Max never mentioned living with anyone. So who the hell is this guy? Prince brushes past me like the body at his feet is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Let the guys clean it up,” he says dismissively.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

the Prince said to my mother and I offered to take him there “What do you mean take me there? Do you think I brought him here for decorations? He wouldn’t do anything than read like a possessed person ever since you left. Nothing excites him anymore, he doesn’t even eat or go out to any parties or festival. He’s like a robot! I don’t want him clinging around me anymore, do something about him” the Prince lashed at me and I was taken aback “I should follow you to guard you” Remy countered but the Prince gave him a death glare

The prince took a quick gulp before reading the letter addressed to my grandfather. “~Father. A lot happened after I fell from grace. I’ve missed you, mother and my siblings dearly over all these years. I want to tell you so many things, but perhaps it’s better if I don’t. Yet, there’s a part of my life I’m not ashamed, but proud to share with you. My daughter, Xanthea~,” the prince looked at me. My feet crushed the forget-me-nots and even though I understood every word the prince said, I really couldn’t see past my anger.

I continued. "Ex-Prince, for your information," he corrected. His brows slightly creased. "Okay, ex-prince charming," I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes fast as that 'charming' word slipped out accidentally. I didn't mean it! He chuckled at that and shook his head. "But still, you are a prince! You were born with it, and it doesn't matter if you let go of your title eight years ago because you are still a part of the Findlaech-Crinain household."