No Prince Charming Novels & Stories

All that is known about them is that they do not have princesses; they are all princes, and this is the reason for their strength. She prepared herself, and her maid took her to her chariot that would take her to the kingdom of her unknown prince. She caught a glimpse of the king of the kingdom of darkness as he climbed in his chariot and set off to suddenly open the door of the cart she was riding in, and her prince climbed in to launch the cart with lightning speed to enter a black gap, a time gap that helps in moving between kingdoms. The allies quickly and easily found themselves suddenly in front of a palace—no, rather, a very high and huge castle, more than her father's palace in seve

Did I love him? Prince Adrian was handsome and charming—the kind of man who could make any young woman fall for him. But at the end of the day, I was just a young woman who was being mistreated by her stepmother. My feelings for him were less about love and more about wanting to be saved and live a wealthy life. I answered hesitantly, "Maybe… not that much. But I acted like I loved him a lot! I was even willing to marry him!" Mira snapped her fingers. "That's it. Prince Adrian said you didn't love him. Can that psycho prince read minds or something? Or maybe he's such a perfectionist that he kills anyone the moment he senses even a trace of insincerity."

“How can you know it’s you he loves and that he’s not caught in the spell of the charmer?” Shrugging, Jasmine answered, “We’re past all of that. He’s said he loves me and I believe him. It’s there in his eyes, in the way he treats me. It’s in his kiss, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and it has nothing to do with skill. I believe even if I’d never been a charmer, we still would have come together. The pheromone isn’t irresistible. It doesn’t command the heart.” Jasmine grinned as she caught sight of Mathin, who was headed straight for them, and pitched her voice a tad higher. “It might have brought him to heel quicker, though.”

I said. Ignoring the look of despair on his face, I linked my arm with Lucian's and continued upstairs. Once we were out of his sight, I pulled away from Lucian. "Thanks for helping me with that little act," I said, grateful for his support. He smiled warmly, his tone light. "It was nothing. Remember how we used to play prince and princess when we were kids?" - Jason refused to sign the divorce papers. So, I handed over the evidence of his infidelity to my lawyer and filed for divorce.

Why didn't you tell me? "The prince wants to be incognito; he doesn't want to be recognized because he doesn't want his private life disrupted by paparazzi. There are only a few people who know his identity. He never attended parties or events. He doesn't want to be photographed by paparazzi. Oh, I remember he attended a ball together with Kashmir but made sure that no paparazzi were around" Ishmael explained to her. "And that's the reason why he doesn't have a single photo on the internet. But his brother is well known, one could actually get thousands of his photos on the internet'' Joyce said

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

“It’s just... he’s been... I don’t know; I’m just tired. He has been very... I don’t even know how to put it." “Do you still like him, Miss Patricia?” She inquires, squeezing her brows. Do I? I don’t even know how to feel right now. “No, he hasn’t been the best or even good to me for a while now." “Then you should break up with him; he’s not your Prince Charming. Your prince is supposed to treat you like a princess, take good care of you, buy you things, talk nice to you, and treat you right. He’s not a Prince Charming; he’s the villain in the story,” she says, and I chuckle at her describing him as a villain because he definitely isn’t prince Charming truly.

“To be honest, I had no such plan when we first met. I mean… even after I agreed to marry you, it was—” “Kidnapping with permission?” She laughed. “Yeah. But it is… it has changed so much till then.” “What has changed?” “My feelings.” She looked into my eyes. “You’re beautiful in so many ways, Damien. You’re not the man I thought I knew.” I looked down and smiled. “Is that so?” “Yes. And you’re not the man you show. You have gotten so engrossed in putting up the mask that you mix it all up. You don’t even realize that while pretending to be cold and ignorant, you almost lost what you really are.”

His parents were the cause of his misery. They didn't even care that he did not major in health or medicine in college. They didn't care that he did not give two fucks about getting employed, or getting married for that matter. He sat there, and for some reason swore to get Belle to bow to him. He was not going to be a coward. Maybe he needed to come off 'nice' for a first. "Smile more, clear the air, tell her a little about you...get to know her..." Mario rambled on.

“Wait… is she human?” I nodded. He sat back, whistling softly. “Well, that complicates things.” “I know,” I muttered, staring at the floor. “I just… I didn’t expect it. She’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever known. But she’s everything.” He studied me for a long time, tapping his fingers together. “Do you love her?” I looked up. “Yes.” “Then why haven’t you told her?” “Because I don’t know how,” I admitted. “I’ve never needed to try. You don’t have to woo anyone when you’re a prince. And I always assumed when I met my mate, it would just… work. That courtship wouldn’t matter.”