Prince Black And White Photo Novels & Stories

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

The combination of black and white was very refreshing. Also, it looked like it was very high in quality. Not far away, Kingston and Sebastian were stunned by what they saw again.

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

"Yeah, I'll be sad because my stock photos were taken in one place. It's a lack of variety. But it doesn't matter. Let's take a picture together." Prince stood next to Emily then turned the camera around. Just one photo they got, a man in his 60s greeted, "Bonjour." Emily and Prince stopped posing. "Bonjour." "Do you guys need help?" Emily and Prince exchanged glances. "Yes, if you don't mind." After a while, three photos were obtained. "Merci, Monsieur." "Pas de problem. Now here are the results. Do you like them or do I need to do it again?"

Georgia grips my forearm, startled, then lowers her head. “What are you doing?” I hiss. “That’s Prince Cole,” she hisses back under her breath. Instead of bowing my head right away, I narrow my eyes at the man and his entourage. He’s dressed in all black–a fine fitting suit that shows off the promise of a very broad, muscular build. He’s clean shaven, handsome in a polished way that screams royalty and privilege. His wolves and guards, I assume, pass us by. I bow my head ever so slightly, but keep my eyes on him out of sheer curiosity.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

And as I walk closer, the sight before me makes me freeze on the spot. My heart feels like it's being stabbed by a knife, and the world seems to stop. Prince is kissing with another girl. A girl I don't recognize. She's a black-haired girl wearing a glittering party dress, sitting on his lap, her hands on his shoulders. She leans closer to him, grazing her lips against his before starting to kiss him slowly. And Prince doesn't object. He doesn't make any attempt to reject her or to move from that place. I turn my head to Alex, who sits at the same table, the color draining from his face as he sees me coming over.

After hours of waiting, The black Bentley bentayga stopped right in front of the mansion as men in black suits were scattered around and stood in their positions. The Royal mat was dropped to the floor, and the Royal trumpets were raised high in the air, ready to be blown, The Royal announcer took his position and every single person stood on their feet to Welcome Their Imperial Grace. The entire hall went silent, it was As if time froze because not even a single sound was made.

His legs were covered with a white comforter, keeping him warm. "You should leave, Elena." My mind instructed me. "You’re acting like a creep. Get out!" My inner voice yelled at me. He wouldn’t even know that I was here. "Sheesh! Let me look." I said to myself and took a step near the bed. My eyes landed on his sculptured face, and I sucked in a breath. His chestnut hair was messy, falling on his forehead and his sharp jaw was tense like he was dreaming something that was making him angry. He was holding something in his hand. I slowly took it from him and looked at it. It was a picture; he was standing with the beautiful black hair and brown color-eyed girl. Both of them were smiling like t