One Night With A Prince Novels & Stories

George was surprised because he wasn't even paying attention to the game; they had to go another round before finalizing who's going to take the whole grand prize. “Well, fair enough.” George said with a bright smile on his face. Naomi's dad was about to accept that he's actually a very rich man because the money at stake is very high and he's not even moved about winning; he just wants to keep talking. “Are you always lonely at home?” Naomi's dad asked, and George nodded his head immediately because you very well understood what Naomi's dad was trying to say.

I made lists at 2 am, the kind that never actually help but feel necessary anyway, weighing what I’d be walking back into against what I’d already survived walking away from. When I finally did respond, I asked to meet in person, somewhere neutral again, not the palace, not my apartment, just a quiet corner of a park where regular people walked their dogs and complained about traffic, completely oblivious to the fact that a prince was sitting on a bench nearby in sunglasses and a baseball cap, trying his best to look like nobody in particular. He’d gotten better at the disguise thing since the last time, though he still stood too straight, still had that unmistakable stillness that comes fro

William looks back at the Prince as he wants to hear his words again. "Gather the Ladies in the backyard and release Winter in the horse barn after the voting process. I am talking about the next challenge." The Prince grins as he heard himself. William did not say anything, but his action gives the Prince's favor as he kneels to the Prince on one knee, which makes the Prince lay on his bed contently. After seconds of kneeling, he stands up and swift his body, facing the door to hold the doorknob. Before leaving His Highness's room, he politely reminds, "Your Highness, do not forget to wear gloves tomorrow to hide your soulmate's crest. Also, this humble man wishes you good night."

Patrick let out and Lance resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Patrick, I will be there,” He told him and hung up, he turned to see Sophie watching him, he smiled at her and got off the bed, he needed to go take a shower and get ready to meet the princess, he couldn’t shower here because he would want Sophie with him and they might end up fucking in the shower instead of bathing, he picked up his clothes where he had left them and started wearing them. “I am meeting with the princess, after that, I will be back for you,”

Throwing the girl on the bed, Amanda immediately made as much distance as possible from the big tall man, but the luxurious headboard stopped her. The Black Prince unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing impatiently, then dropped the black shirt on the side of the bed. There was a broad chest with scars here and there and his whole body seemed to have deep cuts from sharp objects. The man then climbed onto the bed while pulling Amanda's legs so that the girl was dragged and back into his arms. The prince breathed heavily, looking closely at Amanda's face and body.

Beside him, stood Kevin who kept staring at me. Kevin is seen wearing a black suit, combined with a luxurious red and gold. Her hair was neatly styled, with a beautiful crown on her head. A perfectly sculpted face became the main key to the Prince's handsome aura. I walked slowly, with the servants behind me. Arriving in front of Kevin and his father – the King, I bowed slightly though not sincerely. I had to do it! After that, Kevin approached me. He extended his hand towards me. I raised my hand and placed it on top of Kevin's. We stood face to face before the king.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

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.

Mine. I clenched my fists claws digging into palms fighting the urge to crawl onto the bed, to bury my face between her thighs, to claim her right there.But I was not an animal.I was the Obsidian Crown.I turned to my head maid an older wolf, silver haired, eyes wise.“Clean her. Warm her. Dress her in silks befitting a queen. Feed her broth when she wakes. Do not leave her side.”The maid bowed.“As you command, my King.”I looked at the woman on my bed ,my mate and felt the prophecy settle into my bones like iron.One true mate.One chance.I would not fail.

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.