Prince Cardan Novels & Stories

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

What he wanted in return was to date me. He was Prince Dern, the Prince who was thorny to the woman. His temperament is similar to the temperament of the third Prince. Why do I now see people who resemble the Princes of the Kingdom of Norland? This is no longer a coincidence. My guess is true! "Hey, Isagn!" The three of us turned our attention to Kaith. "Don't flirt with that because the man already has a girlfriend." I wondered. How does she know? Did she know Clarence? She never mentioned it to me.

“So, you are the prince?” Gianni’s face could not hide his eminent embarrassment. “I am Julien S. Montmirail, crown prince of Gallia,” Gabriel, or so Gianni thought Gabriel was, says. “Meet my chief butler, Gabriel Clermont.” “My name is Gabriel Clermont,” the person whom Gianni thought was the prince replies. “I’m sorry if you have to go through this, the prince has a way of doing things.” Gianni stays quiet and looks down. Then, the actual prince, naked up top, approaches him. He holds Gianni’s chin up, whispering, “How does it feel to be spoon-fed by the prince?”

The prince said. "Huh!" He uttered confuse. "My name. You asked who am I, right? I am Nathaniel Alexander Firestone, a man whom your father's dearest friend" the prince said. "Well, I am Ethaniel James Espirious, glad to be your acquaintance." He answered, stretching his right hand towards the prince, which the latter met half way. They shook hands civilly. "Uhmm...your highness, why my body so frail?" He asked ramdomly, realising it, he tapped his forehead in embarrassment.

He simply chuckled within his exultance and also exuberance. “Yeah, I know it...” Prince Danu also chuckled in his bit awkwardness as well as embarrassment. “After long and long time, we’ve just figured out the quintessential hidden hints lying behind those engraved pictures on the sacred hill of yours, King Alexander, Prince Hades...” “Yeah, it was my daughter-in-law, Princess Sumico, who figured it out...” mumbled King Alexander, taking his exceptionally deep pride in one of his daughters-in-law at this moment.

To demonstrate, she reached outwards with an ankle and pressed her heel against an otherwise unassuming flagstone; immediately the piece of the walkway upturned itself, revealing a small and inexplicably clean repository, currently emptied. "Wow! A hiding place! How interesting! " he remarked. " This palace seems to be full of mysteries. What another manner of dangerous things, do you have hidden away in this palace?" "Few things to kill my boredom, I assure you I have no hidden treasure," she replied, innocently. Prince Rudra was placing four cards upon their sides, like a square, each supporting the one prior. He glanced at her, a smile lingering in turn. "Still, boredom must have been ver

I took a good look at the card and discovered the card belonged to one prince Liam Morrison. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I got this card, but still couldn't remember a thing. I kept back the clothes, walked back to my bed and sat on it and continued staring at the card in my hand. Staring at the card, I realized this prince stays in California and was also a CEO of a company, but how on earth did I get the card of such a wealthy person? Who did I become after six years, what happened in my life, how did things later turn out for me? Did I pay up dad's debt, or was the house taken from me?

I am a true warrior, I am the man Machiavelli wrote about, cunning, ruthless, brutal, my enemies never saw me coming and if this idiot lets me live past this moment I will be his undoing. After I was turned I lasted as long as I could without raising suspicions and then I faked my death in battle. Took my riches and disappeared into the ether. I adopted my good friend Niccolo Machiavelli’s first name as an ironic way to honour his homage to me. I am The Prince he so famously wrote about, the ultimate tactician, The Duke of Valentinois, Cesare Borgia. My greatest secret. His voice brings me back to the moment “You thought you could take what was mine without consequence? That you could deceiv

The smaller guy's face erupted in rage as he stood up to confront the elder child, but I quickly intervened, stopping them from fighting. They both stared at me in silence. I turned to face the younger boy, whose name I didn't know yet. "What is your given name?"I inquired, and he gave me a puzzled expression. "Young man, what is your name?"I inquired once more. "How do you not recognize the prince of this Kingdom?" "Don't you enjoy your life?" he said. The words coming from a young boy's mouth astounded me. "Good day, sir. I sincerely apologize on his behalf. "My name is Prince Alessandro, and he is Prince Cardo." The older boy replied and I smiled.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.