Prince Adams Novels & Stories

Adrian’s raspy voice sounded in my ear. My jaw clenched as my eyes flickered over my iPad and the latest headlines. “ Ex-wife of the CEO of the Benoit empire has been allegedly spotted around the eccentric streets of Manhattan with none other than Europe’s hottest single monarch. The one and only Prince Adrian the third. As speculations rise regarding the young monarch's upcoming coronation, the masses can’t help but think if Elsida might just become the next Princess of Spain or if this is just some ploy to have a taste of Royal D.

He asked Nate. Nate let out an exasperated sigh as he introduced us. "Adam, this is Princess Rosalie from Thalia. Rose, this is my older brother Prince Adam." Brother? Well now that I've gotten a closer look at him, I could see the resemblance. Although Adam's hair is blonde, his eyes are green like Nate's. They share the same jawline, angular nose, and dimples when they smile. "Call me Adam." "Uhh.....nice to meet you...., Adam. Please call me Rose." Putting my lessons on, I curtsied. Adam chuckled and elbowed his little brother.

Mike. "You know son you can't do everything yourself, all you need to do is ask for my help and I will give you my conditions and your problem will be solved." "Don't worry about it father, I will take care of it and I don't want to talk about my company again." At that moment Mrs. Maxwell walked in with an envelope. She handed it to Adam, and he opened it. It was an invitation to the charity party that was being hosted by his parents. Adam was about to decline when he realized that there would be men like his father who might be willing to help him out. He would go there to work instead, pitch some ideas to them and hope to be successful.

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Charlotte began. "Prince Adam was a very charming and lively child. He was always kind to others even to his servants and nannies and everyone loved and respected him for that. Even his parents were very proud of him and made sure he never lacked a thing…” I blinked my eyes and listened to the story even if half of my mind was certain I was only hallucinating.

In New York City, the Adams's had little influence compared to the Harris's. The Adams were in charge of little duties while the Harris's had full command over the military rule of the city and so as removing the mayor too. However, how was he supposed to capture the heart of the fearsome lady, Harris Eddey? Hearing rumors of how deadly she was, and so unapproachable, he wished never to cross path with her but it does seem he was wrong with his wish, he had to get to her, no matter how scary she looked. “She rejected young master Gray and seeing that, her father betrothed her to the little master Brian Krath. I know you've got potential in wooing girls, make her yours and then you will have

"Please be quiet. Our special guests are here. Show the utmost respect, no fangirling, please." There was a sudden dead silence in the room as a group entered through the doors at the far end. Paving the way were men in black suits and shades. Armed soldiers in uniform trailed behind them. And there was Alpha Adonis, behind the soldiers. He was real, here in the flesh, and even more breathtaking than his photo.