Novel & Cerita No Prince Charming

“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.

She looked stunning, the diamonds shimmering against her fair skin and long wavy hair. Glancing at her, Griffith said, "Haven't you heard what Julie said?" "What?" "The prince isn't handsome." "Everyone has different aesthetic standards. Maybe I'll find him handsome." Charlotte shrugged. Griffith was left momentarily speechless. Unable to resist teasing, Charlotte said, "What? Are you jealous of the prince?" "You have bad taste," he retorted. "You're just jealous," she fired back. "The prince is indeed unlucky to have such a superficial admirer like you," Griffith said.

“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.

“Wouldn’t that make. Me… You… The ummm… prince?” I tighten my grip on her, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to hold back my laughter. Oh, the absolute irony. I’m anything but a prince, much less her prince. Never been anything even close to one. Villain doesn’t even explain the half of it. I’m not the nice guy. I’m not the good guy in any story. I’m not a prince and definitely nothing close to prince charming but if that’s what she wants me to be, I guess I can pretend.

“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.