Prince Adams Novels & Stories

It was not long before I saw a little boy running past me, with Carter on his heels. I smiled as I turned to see Elizabeth holding a beautiful little girl. “Oh my, she is stunning,” I said, looking at the little girl. “She is my little princess,” Carter said as he returned with the boy flipped over his shoulder. I could not help but laugh at the giggles coming from the little boy. “And this little prince is CJ,” Elizabeth said as she rolled her eyes at Carter’s antics.

I Just can't wait. I am prince Asim , crowned prince of Egypt,my father rules 10 states out of 27, Alexandria our home is the first. I am proud of who I am. People call me a play boy or sex freak but I don't care.I am the first and only child of my parents. They love me very much and always adhere to my request,no matter what it is. I am the most handsome and richest billionaire in Egypt and the youngest at just 24. Today I am meeting up with the love of my life,you will get to know her soon.

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

​King Adamas sat slumped at his heavy walnut desk in the inner sanctuary of his private chambers, his head resting heavily in his palms. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind his eyes, radiating down his neck—a relentless physical shadow of the heavy crown he wore. The vast room, usually a haven of warmth with its velvet tapestries and roaring hearth, felt suffocating tonight. The echoes of the day’s explosive court session still reverberated in his mind, every bitter word exchanged with Duke Phileo Vodell carved into his consciousness.

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

Was there another woman who left Adam that made him this possessive? “Did you start the orientation, Clinton?” he asked the man in front of the podium as they entered. The man nodded. “Yes, President,” he replied. President? “Repeat from the start, for my wife,” Adamson said, making her bite her lip discreetly. Did he have to emphasize that she was his wife in front of all her classmates? They whispered and glanced at them. “Kids, I’d like you to meet the owner of ADL Motors branch 5, President Adamson Rix de Lorenzo,” the man announced, shocking her classmates.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

no fear. “Do it. You’ve always been good at turning your back. Finish this, too.” The blade wavered. “Don’t,” The Prince's words cracked. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Do. Not. Speak like that.” “Why?” Nikolai kept walking, slowly, forcing that blade to draw more blood with every inch, disappearing into the collar of his torn coat. “You didn’t stop when I stood in front of you, either. Not when I told you the truth. Not when I bled for it.”

asked Illarion without even turning to look at Amanda. "Adam gave me some ointment so that the wound would heal quickly," Amanda answered. "The wound dries faster, Adam also gave this out of disgust with the scar," Amanda explained with a smile showing her hands covered in white gloves. "Who's Adam?" "This palace financier, Monsieur Adam who has worked for ten years, sir," explained Amanda, starting to understand the Black Prince's habit of forgetting the names of the people around him. "Oh," Illarion replied curtly, glancing at the glove. "And what's your task?"

And more often than not, he did just that. Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.