Pillow Prince Novels & Stories

Prince Kayziel raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Prince Ron’s sudden show of defiance. He circled the human Prince slowly, his dark energy swirling around him like a cloak of shadow. "All or nothing?" he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement. "Do you really think you’re in a position to make such demands, Ron? You have nothing to bargain with. You’re just a human—powerless, weak and yet, here you are, thinking you can dictate the terms."

“Mrs. Criv-“ “Is he okay? ” She smiled and nodded. “Yes. He’s alive. Would you like to see him? ” “Of course! ” Tears of joy ran down my face. I followed her inside the room where Prince was lying on the bed. He looked awful. His hair was all messy, and his face was pale. He looked like a walking dead. No. He looked like when Elijah, from The Originals, got daggered. Awful. One of his legs and arms had a cast on. The minute I walked over to him, he opened his eyes.

I gripped the offending arm and shoved it away. That seemed to wake him up. Prince Legiere yawned and sleepily stroked my back. “Hmm… I dreamed a very soft moving pillow,” he murmured. He was still half-asleep. “It kept squirming away from me. How inconvenient… Pillows should just hold still.” “Are you having fun?” I asked him sarcastically, and I had to hold back his hands that tried to snake all over my body again. He yawned again, and his eyes fluttered open. “Oh, there you are,” he said. “How good of you to join me.”

Her cheeks reddened from her fingers. "Don't do that, my little princess...my beautiful princess" he takes hold of her hands to her from pinching herself. "Papa, I don't want this to be a dream. I don't want, papa" she wailed like a child, throwing a tantrum. "No, this is not a dream, my princess. Papa is here. I came back, my love. I am not a dream and you at not a dream. You are real, my princess is here" he pulled her again into his arms, hugging her tight. Reminding himself he was also not dreaming.

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne, finding comfort with him being so close to me. Fingers running through my hair draw me awake, and I groan, feeling slightly disoriented. I open my eyes and am greeted by a fire roaring in a large stone fireplace, keeping the room warm. Strong arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I panic, until the familiar Dior cologne fills my nose. “Uncle Hunter?” I ask, my voice full of sleep. “Here, Princess.” He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt.

Then the resistance if kit was not taken care of within the next three years, the thirteen-year-old boy will take the pledge and try to revenge the death of his parents. “I love a good puzzle Penn. I thought you know of this now. Makes it interesting to pull it apart then pick at it insides then put it back together.” The Prince smiled as Penn waited for the punchline. “Just like I do with you.” Penn just had to laugh out at the Prince's words. “Pardon me your majesty but with all due respect, you don’t know me and you haven’t even scratched the surface of the real me. Good luck trying but you will never get there.” Penn gloated as she signal foe a maid to come forward and show the Prince hi

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//