Prince Charming Age Novels & Stories

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.

Everyone was either too polite or too drunk to point out that little tidbit, or perhaps the King was probably beginning to grow senile to realize that and his stupid wife simply enjoyed taking advantage of said senility, wasting their money away for throwing stupid parties like this instead of other useful causes. Either way, the Crown Princess, now at age 20, decides she could not care less about her useless ‘parents’ in this fine evening as she raises her wine glass to her crimson-painted lips and closes her eyes as she relishes the taste. “Almost perfect…” she murmured, softly. It would be perfect. It should be perfect.

"Let's just talk about something else, okay?" "Okaay." I said and started to open my mouth to ask him the question that was bubbling inside my head. "You're a younger sibling, right?" "Correct." "Why aren't you a candidate as King here?" He snorted. It was as if the thought had come to his mind. "I'm 14. Too young to be a candidate. You have to be 16 and above to enter." He said bitterly and looked away. I was about to say something more when someone tapped Prince Chace lightly on his shoulder. We both looked at the man and my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the fine creature standing and waiting beside Prince Chace. Prince Fred nodded at me in acknowledgement before looking at Prince Ch

For her and Kaye. "Who is this Prince blah blah blah?" The little girl frown at her. "My name is Little Peachie and my Prince charming is Prince Caspian. He always saved me from the villains... like you..." Well that boy must be a tough kid. "I think that Prince you are talking about is a one punch man. I punch him in the face and I will get you to an orphanage and you will forget him and everything." Little Peach is about to cry. Her teary eyes is on her. Eyes coated with fear and water.

The voice that growled minx and commanded come. It’s him. My missing-in-action prince charming. The father of my son. Shit. Just like old times. I’m not dodging a bullet—I’m catching the same one I caught four years ago— straight in the chest. I was trapped.

The Queen fixed her scarlet red eyes on Kitty as she said. It was supposed to be a question, but her tone was just stern as a stone. "What prophcy?" Kitty asked. The Queen rose her eyebrow at Kitty's reaction and turned to look at the person standing behind her -- Charlie. "I have not yet told her, mother." Prince Charlie answered at the sight of the Queen without her asking, "She is yet to have her 18th birthday." "Interesting." The Queen curved her lips, "The age didn't seem to have bothered you before."

Well, nothing better to expect from a prince. "Just to make sure", she validated with Pete, "This prince is the one who visited the earl before, right? The youngest one - prince Aston Icefall?" "Yes", Pete nodded. "He's just turned sixteen a few months ago. I heard it was planned as a big event, but he somehow ended up missing it."

Again, Amanda's parents 'licked' non-stop, while the other person was busy glancing at the little girl next to him, and began to feel sick of this atmosphere. "Are you aware that your favorite princess has been shaking all this time," quipped the Black Prince, interrupting the conversation. The old couple immediately gave Amanda a murderous look, while the girl also seemed surprised by the prince's sudden words. "Is she underage?" asked the Prince again. “N-no! Certainly not! She is already at the appropriate age for marriage! It's even more than a year from the proper age for marriage!” answered Baron Broke reassuringly with a nod of his wife's head.

There was no man in the world that didn't want to marry her. Prince Ron on the other hand was quite short for his age. Even at 18, he looked 16 and this fact annoys him because people look down on him thinking he was still a child. He was glad his sister wasn't too tall so they were almost the same height. She was just an inch or two taller and she's four years older than him.

"You son of a bitch! No, that's too over the top. You bastard! No. I can't be so disrespectful to him!" I heaved a sigh, retrieved my cellphone from my bag and called Gen. No matter how down I was feeling, Gen had the ability to turn that around and put a smile back on my face. I loved that about her. "Hey you," she answered cheerfully. "Hey," I dragged sadly. "Uh oh, what's wrong pumpkin? You sound like you've been crying when you really shouldn't be because you're with a prince— your prince." "He's not my prince, Gen, he's getting married to someone else. A real princess, actually."