Prince Ali Lyrics Novels & Stories

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

She reviewed me with glee. "She's lovely. Isn't she, my Prince?" "She's a child, Tonia," he didn't look at us as he said the words. "I... I will leave now," my voice quivered, but she grabbed my cheeks painfully. "I said no," her voice was sweet, yet her actions weren't. My breath shuddered, and my gaze went to the Alpha Prince. He sat on the sofa with a drink, scrutinizing me intently. Tonia's fingers caressed my neck.

Once I was calm enough, I opened my eyes and stared at him. “On what grounds? Did he mention anything to you?” I enquired, hoping he lets out all the information I needed. “The Alpha King is furious that you pushed the Prince’s mate, injuring her in the process.” I knew it! My fists clenched and my nose flared, causing a snarl from me. Of course it had to be because of her. “Has the Prince said or done anything in regards to that?” “I’m afraid I don’t know. But you have to leave now.” He said pushing a finger to point on he direction from behind me.

It was as if the very ground beneath me had become unsteady, shifting and swirling beneath my weight. Amidst the chaos, a loud, feminine voice pierced the darkness, its chilling words echoing all around me. "Welcome to your doom, Rain," it declared, emphasizing my name. My heart pounded as I shouted out in fear, "Where am I? How do you know my name?" The voice responded with a haunting laugh, "You've been here before, Rain. With the prince." The words sent shivers down my spine, for they hinted at something I couldn't quite grasp.

did a great deal of work in that sentence. You didn't tell me you were doing that, he typed. You would have said it was unnecessary, Vaelindor replied. It was not unnecessary. It was, in fact, extremely necessary. And it is now done. Kaevrix sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Thank you, he typed. Yes, Vaelindor replied. Now — with genuine professional respect — please go tell her what you are before I have to file another week of reports on why the Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion is checking a scholarship girl's dining hall attendance.

For the rain that falls, For the fairies those fight, You are the only princess, my moon pie. Your smile makes the flowers bloom, Your eyes sparkle like glittery night. Your heart is bigger than the ocean blue, Your shining hair makes the world bright. For the roads ahead , difficult to easy, We will always together fight. Daddy will love his princess Calla, The love of his life.

“My spirit will not waver. I will endure, and I will rise.” The Alpha’s lips curl into a cruel smile, his eyes filled with malicious triumph. “Oh, dear prince,” he sneers, his voice laced with a venomous edge. “You think your spirit can withstand the torment? Perhaps I should show you just how fragile it truly is.” He takes a step closer, his presence suffocating, his words a whispered threat. “Your kingdom, your pack, and yes, even your precious Princess Golder,” he taunts, relishing in his power to inflict pain. “They will all be mine. I will tear down everything you hold dear, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but ashes and despair.”

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

“The walking womb. That’s all you are around here. You know that, don’t you?” “Stand aside,” I said. “I need to retrieve the Prince’s food.” “No one cares about you,” Ophelia said. “And once you have a baby, you’ll be thrown out into the trash where you belong.” Her words did little to affect me. I knew my place here, maybe even better than she did. Raising my voice slightly so others could hear, I said, “Are you going to step out of the way? Or are you willing to accept blame for why the prince will go hungry?”

' I stare out at the dark footpath 'Yes' I reply finally. Another pause. Then- He sends a picture of me, standing at the window, shirtless looking out, holding my phone. This is me from just now. another text appears 'You looked better with the hickeys I left'