Prince Cardan Novels & Stories

Lu has her name plastered all over the papers and the blood totally drains out of my face as I read the headlines of some of them: "CON ARTIST, LUCRECIA PETERS MUST HAVE CONNED PRINCE FELIX" "WHO REALLY IS LUCRECIA PETERS?" "KELLY MILLER OR LUCRECIA PETERS?" "LUCRECIA PETERS IS NOT BEFITTING FOR THE THRONE" "WHAT ARE THE ORIGINS OF LUCRECIA PETERS? ANY RELATION TO SIR JOHN, THE CRIMINAL MASTERMIND?!" "LUCRECIA PETERS AND PRINCE FELIX AVOID THE CAMERAS SO BLATANTLY, WHAT MIGHT THEY BE HIDING?"

“*What?* You don’t know me? How could you not know me?!” He took a dramatic step back, feigning hurt, before flashing another playful grin. “I’m Gabriel,” he said, spreading his arms wide like a showman. “I’m the Prince’s right-hand man—*the* one and only Gabriel!” He winked, as if the title meant something grander than it really did. Karina raised an eyebrow, slightly baffled but amused by his exuberance. “You’re… Caden’s right hand?”

After Isabella’s death, Theo completely collapsed. He was transferred back to Sicily, no longer as boss, but a low-level soldato, tasked with guarding one of the family’s abandoned warehouses. Though he tried several times to see me, Silas blocked him every time. “The principessa’s schedule is very busy,” the consigliere said elegantly. “She has to accompany Don Lucas to Rome for business, audit the intelligence unit’s accounts, and try on her wedding dress. She has no time for a soldato who once betrayed her.”

"You can talk to him. I thought you knew each other. You were talking to him earlier as if you two knew each other that well. Aren't you close to his highness?" His highness? Who was I talking to earlier? The reality dawned on me when I remembered that she might be talking about Ian. I left the staff there and went to where Ian was sitting. Good thing he's still there and still reading the magazine. My heart raced when I saw the book cover and the person who is featured on it. Frencillio Ian Tessimond "Are you the mastermind behind this?" I said and lifted the bag I was holding where the bracelet was kept.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

Then, Ai snapped his fingers before his secretary walked over with a case. Ai opened the case and took out a business card before setting it right on Harvey’s coffee table. Clyde Osborne! There was nothing else on the card besides wild scribbles of the name! The calligraphy felt powerful yet elegant. An aura of invincibility and dominance could be felt just by merely looking at the card! “Clyde Osborne?” Harvey frowned. He was not familiar with the name. Ai showed a profound look on his face. “That’s right. Prince Osborne himself.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.