Prince Caspian Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

PRINCE Sari, age 12. For as long as he could remember, everyone called him “Prince” or “Young Prince” because he came from a Royal Family. They always stated that he was an important person in their kingdom. They also said that one day, he would become King of Kabinihan. Prince Sari had no idea what it all meant back then. Even now, he still couldn’t understand everything or what was his real purpose in this world.

THE rest of the day, Caspian has been working very hard with Mr. Ambroise to study about the basics in the 21st century. He's been reading books about Adolescents, the Youth and the Millennial Era. I can hear Mr. Ambroise complimenting him non-stop for being able to catch on well and quickly. Though, that's to be expected since he is a Prince.

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

CHAPTER 16 A little breeze was blowing across the sea coast, which soon calmed down, and the weather was good again. The Royal ship was sailing happily. It was a beautiful morning. The fishes in the sea are limping for joy, and the water was blue. The sky worn its beautiful look, until a rugged ship lumbered along like a drunken man, the pirate ship was moving across. Captain Casablanca walked before his men with great pride to arouse their confidence. ‘Comrades, today, we’ll make history for ourselves. Today our story will be told in the mouths of the world of how great and fearsome we are.’ The pirates roared in praise. ‘We’ll capture the Prince of England, and it’s going to make us very

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

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.

She silently ask. Prince Caspian shrug. "Let's bring the old age." That made Peach think. Is he trying to make his painting look aesthetic? "You mean to say that you will do it Aesthetic style?" Oh she would love that! Prince Caspian nodded his head before walking towards her. She take a step back. When Prince Caspian didn't stop walking towards her, Peach panic. "What?" She tried her best not to show that she's nervous. Finally! Prince Caspian stop when they are inches apart from each other.

Callista replied with a bit of a joke. "I'm not sure, but Caspian really hates women. He's never had a girlfriend," Kairos replied hesitantly. “I’ll call him.” Callista took out her phone. She called the man, asking where he was. “None of your business,” Caspian immediately replied harshly. Because Caspian had the speaker on, Kairos could hear the man’s response. “Why would you say that? He called you because he was worried about you.” Kairos reprimanded his son.

“You know he didn’t know about Adrian. If he had…” “If he had…” I said, stopping him. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. It would not have given him an upper hand on him, nor was it going to help me raise him up. You know more than anyone that is true. Caspian doesn’t want a son. He wants an heir. And I’m not about to let my child become another pawn in his endless game of duty and power. He already has his heir. Let him deal with that fact. Let him deal with the fact that he has an heir, that he has someone to continue whatever dynasty has. My son is not going to be a pawn in his game.”