Prince And Me Novels & Stories

I know the prince won’t be able to take his eyes off me when he sees me. My name is Amara Chelsea, the only daughter of my parents. I come from a wealthy family, money has never been a problem in our home. I studied in one of the best schools in the country and graduated with a degree in medicine. But truthfully, I’ve never needed to work. My parents give me a generous monthly allowance, and they spoil me so much that I’ve never had to worry about making my own money.

she answered respectfully. “What did Prince Aldridge have for breakfast this morning?” Shawn asked. “Master had rice, boiled egg and shrimp accompanied with a blend of juice,” Miriam answered as she recalled what they made for breakfast. Shawn nodded his head then asked, “Can you tell me about him.” “Master is the seventh son of our king. He does not have the same mother as his first to fifth siblings who are her majesty’s children and is the only child of his mother who passed on three years ago. Master is twenty-two years of age and recently has been bestowed a rank higher than that of her majesty's second to fifth children.” She explained.

“I’m Marlene, by the way. Nice to meet you.” “Drake,” I say. “Prince Drake, right?” she asks, emphasizing the prince. “Don’t go thinking you can have another prince, my little human. You are mine and we already discussed that I won’t share you with anyone,” the Prince tells her, then he looks at me. “I’m Prince Reyes,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”

He wanted a partner equal to him so that no one would be brought down by caste, he also didn't need to think about people's views of him. "Prince." Prince regained consciousness, his eyes wildly following the direction of the voice that called him. Angel appeared in a plain white polo shirt set with a white skirt with a black striped motif, her long hair in a ponytail. "Beautiful. You are very beautiful," praised Prince who could not help but praise the beauty of Christopher's daughter who was the target of billionaires.

prince Reagan began going straight to the point. Mama Cassy shifted uncomfortably on her sit. A deal with a prince? She thought nervously. "What could I possibly have that makes you want to make a deal with someone like me, my prince?" Mama Cassy asked again. "It's about one of your newest recruit" Prince Reagan started. "Oh...!" She ohed. "But, who exactly? Which one of them?" Mama Cassy went on asking. "She goes by the name 'Pink', the one I left with last time" Prince Reagan explains.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

They placed everything on the sofa and she walked towards me. "Freya, this is my beautiful wife." Prince walked over and give me a kiss on the lips. I was too shocked to even respond fast enough before he pulled away. He placed his hands on my lower back and caressed it. "Sweetheart this is Freya Pryce, she's one of the best designers in America." "The world." she corrected in an assertive tone. Prince chuckled. "That's what she thinks."

Maya Dakova, "oh my gosh, your children are beautiful, I wish I could have one of them as my daughter-in-law, how about that Prince? ," Maya says and she was so excited to meet the children, "Sorry to disappoint you, they were engaged," Prince Patrick says and he makes use of a toot pick and he smiled, "you know that we are billionaires, yes, it might be possible to engage, but I can snatch them from their fiancee with half a billion, and I prefer the Anabel, she will be very smart?" Maya says and she continued with her food,

His eyes widened. “What?” I asked sharply. “What is it?” I moved to him quickly. He didn’t answer, so I snatched the phone from his hand. My own eyes went wide as I scrolled. It was there. Everything. Her full name, Princess Normani of Scotland. Photos, achievements, charities, awards. Pictures of her standing beside the royal family. Speeches. International recognitions. All of it real. All of it undeniable. She got so many award, it was almost unbelievable as I stared at the screen.

At least, her step family would still let her live, unlike the big monster in front of her now. "Look at me!" The Prince hissed in a commanding tone. Again, the pair of purple eyes met the dark black ones. Amanda could feel the Prince's heavy breathing and his expression seemed to want something and now there was no distance between their bodies. The girl felt something pressing against her stomach, a smirk appeared on the handsome man's thin lips. "What's your name?" asked the Black Prince in a baritone voice. "A-a-amanda W-w-wha-white ..." the girl croaked.