Prince Adams Novels & Stories

I know he would be a good citizen to serve his people and the Indo continent and goes ahead to serve all the twenty continents of our world. The simple profile of this young man has made all the millions of people at the stadium complex and those outside shared tears. It is not only those in the stadium complex who were crying but officers and police officers, those who are watching the program live are all crying for such a young chap. In short, Prince is the sect master of the elite club. And the least qualification to be admitted into this sect is a postgraduate degree. That tells you where he is heading. Three beautiful ladies landed on the battlefield to wiped off the tears of Prince. T

The auditorium goes very, very quiet. Every single person on my team is holding their breath, because this is Adam Hart — the Ice Prince, campus legend, the name that fills auditoriums and rewrites odds — and he just showed up to rehearse a play he didn't have to agree to, for a girl he once told to give up. "You said seven," he says. "I did," I say. "It's seven-oh-three." "You're still here." A pause. Something moves through his expression — barely, briefly — and then he drops his bag in the front row, shrugs off his jacket, and says, to the room at large: "Let's start from the top."

Just then, a servant's panicked voice came from outside. "Princess! Something terrible has happened! Prince Thomas is trying to drown Mr. Maynard in the pond! No one can stop him!" Keisha didn't move. She stayed bent over Sebastian. "Princess!" the servant shouted again. "If he wants to make a scene, let him. Don't bother me." "But Mr. Maynard just married into the estate. If he dies now—" Keisha didn't even look up. The servant sighed and escorted the three doctors out.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, walked towards the doors like this was nothing new to her, leaving Nine behind. When they were in, the guards shut the door, now standing to guard it, while others led Nine and the Queen to an elevator, then an empty hallway with chairs before opening the doors to an office at the end of the hall. In it was a gray haired man, with green eyes and a jolly look on his face. Nine could tell that he was the type to always be positive. "Elizabeth," "Adams," She stated, still with an air of dignity. "I said my visit here shouldn't be announced to the public."

He always escorted the third princess to events and it seemed like a strategic decision. In front of them was Sebastian Adamantine. One of the smartest men in the continent despite his stature. He became a financial advisor to the King and conducted trade around the continent for his mothers company named after her, Vivia Trade Company. He was also an eligible bachelor but was well known for his sister complex.

Kevin rolled his eyes and continued walking while Adam followed. Adam was the only one who knew of Kevin's status and it wasn't because Kevin had told him, It turns out Adam had paid a visit to their town, and that's how he knew Kevin was a Prince. "It wouldn't hurt Adam, wipe that look off your face." "What look?" Adam stole a glance at him. "I don't have any look on your face. Aren't you suspicious?" Kevin threw his head back laughing. "Suspicious? For a man trying to get awareness for a charity event?"

The manager looked at Emily menacingly and quickly raised his hand to his two men to throw Emily outside but… “If you dare to touch her, consider this restaurant close by tonight,” Warren spoke with a dignified tone. It was the only time the manager had a closer look at Warren. Because Warren had gone from the outside for too long, it was very difficult to recognize him but with his dignified words, the manager was stunned. This guy belonged to the Adams! He was the second grandchild of the powerful Master Frederick Adam in the city. Warren’s words suddenly became so heavy burned on his shoulder.

Adam holds out his hand towards Hunter, “I’m Mr. Wright from…” “I know who you are,” Hunter raises a single eyebrow, ignoring the outstretched hand. “You’re the new associate at CCRP. Didn't you just fly in from Berlin?” “Paris, actually,” Adam slowly retracts his hand, trying to make it look casual as he grabs a glass of wine from a cart. “But I've been in New York for a month now and... .”

Even if Adam was a good boyfriend, she could not do anything except feel bad for him. Before Anastasia could turn him down, a voice behind them interrupted. "Your Highness, Her Highness is waiting for you." "Your Highness?" Anastasia turned to Adam as she was more than just surprised. The man gave a short bow. "Yes, Prince Ahmed of Noorstan." Anastasia’s sharp eyes darted to Adam who looked like he had been caught in a lie. Without missing a beat, she addressed the man. "Prince Ahmed and I go way back. Would you be kind as to give us just five more minutes to catch up?"

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re