Prince 1000 X's O's Novels & Stories

"She should know by now that the Crown Prince's words are more definite than her—" "I am not Father, and she's not you," He cut in again absentmindedly as he opened the paper. The furrowed eyebrows of his relaxing as he stared at the word on it. 'L I O R' It was in a horrible scrawls, like a chicken had ink on its claws and was trying it's possible best to write. Goddess, he had forgotten to get her a tutor! How could he? Still, someone was teaching her, clearly, even though she seemed like she could barely hold a pen. Who would do that? Everyone was busy and he knew Ora wouldn't have the mental patience to teach anyone.

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. I come back to the leader of the gang with whom I played a few moments back after beating his minions, pulling his collar I try to lift him up but couldn't due his weight, grunting loud I try to keep him in a sitting position my mind advising me to work out on my body leaving my skills aside. Bending low I place palm over the wooden pole on which he rests his shoulders on and my other palm over his right shoulder to hold him in place. "Where is the letter?," I ask in a low voice alarmingly.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go. "Isabelle, we've been together for seven years. This is my hundredth proposal. Come on, stop messing with me." She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide how little she cared. "So what? I've known Ron for over 20 years. Does that mean less than our seven years of relationship? "I've said it 99 times, and this is the hundredth. Listen carefully. If Ron never gets married, neither will I. That's the promise we made when we were kids. Besides, why do we need a flimsy piece of paper to prove our relationship?"

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Chapter 5 Prince Lucien Aster’s POV My mouth opened, but no single word came out. I stood there, totally clueless on what to do. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I wanted the other Omegas to know I was the Prince’s favorite, so I left those love marks.” The sweet smell of lavender hit my nose. I turned around, and there he was. “Ren!” He winked at me with a small smile and dropped to his knees right in front of my father.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

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I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?