Prince Charming Age Novels & Stories

The maid inside the room couldn't help but snicker in shame. “Princess! Know more about him?” “Can't you at least don’t lie with a straight face?” “Everyone here except the prince knows that you are lying okay!” At least pity our ears”!! They groaned inwardly but they can't voice out their opinions because it wasn't needed. “I am 16 years old, I have an elder brother and a beautiful younger sister, ” Prince Biha replied as if that was all he knew about himself. “16 years old! And you are already almost a sage master?” Akira couldn't help but scream out as the maids packed the leftover foods.

Charlie’s POV It was almost 7pm and the Royals would be here any minute, I wasn’t sure why they would choose a place like this and not some high end posh place but either way I made sure their table was spotless along with their glasses and cutlery. The King walked in closely followed by the Queen and Prince Alexander who flashed a quick smile at me. Another waiter showed them to their table and introduced me as their server. The King held a chair out for his wife, he was much older than I had imagined, his hair was white and down to his shoulders, with a long white braided beard to match.

He snickered, “old man.” A small frown settled on my lips before I could stop it. “He’s not old,” I said softly, almost defensively. I didn’t know why the words came out, I had no reason to defend the King. But to be quite honest, I wasn't expecting his Majesty to be thirty. I was actually expecting him to be around twenty five-seven-ish, and the prince to be about a year or two younger. The prince raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease me further. He simply nodded. “Of course you would think that. He’s your mate, after all.”

Crown Prince got injured during the winter hunt and needed to tend to his wounds. He came to see his uncle Prince Joseph for treatment. He have gotten taller and more handsome, but like always he have a cold face. Bella was thirteen and Crown Prince was seventeen. He pretended not to know Bella and ignored her the entire time he stayed at her Master’s home. Every time she entered the room, he would purposely turn the other way or not look at her. Sometimes he even acted like she wasn’t there.

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

She was just working for him. At the same time, it was probably because of this! It also made him feel a bit disappointed, because it made him wonder if he was getting old and his charm had declined. Even as a president, he was eager to get a response from others when it came to his charisma! Although he never felt old, he was thirty—two years old, at his peak. Chaim had prepared an exquisite breakfast for him. Chaim took a sip of milk while also lowering his head to eat breakfast.

I said. Ignoring the look of despair on his face, I linked my arm with Lucian's and continued upstairs. Once we were out of his sight, I pulled away from Lucian. "Thanks for helping me with that little act," I said, grateful for his support. He smiled warmly, his tone light. "It was nothing. Remember how we used to play prince and princess when we were kids?" - Jason refused to sign the divorce papers. So, I handed over the evidence of his infidelity to my lawyer and filed for divorce.

Taking long strides towards their balcony there- He met a man whom he hadn't seen in years. He was average height, a bit overweight, a pot belly in sight, an amount of beard all over his face, brunette hair like his sister, above all that, his attire screamed royalty. Prince Augustus was older in his early forties, Princess Amelia had always been considered a little girl.. with three brothers and her being the one and only girl. "Prince Alexius, nice of you to join us." Prince Augustus said sarcastically putting his cup of tea down. Princess Amelia had been crying, it seems. From how puffy her face was and pale red nose.

Anna asked and Courtney grinned. "He is sixteen." "What?" Anna exclaimed. "Princess Courtney, you're twelve!" "So? That doesn't mean I can't crush on him. He doesn't know but I know he's totally into me." "He wouldn't dare! Princess Courtney, you're still a little girl. That prince shouldn't, I repeat, he shouldn't like you like that. Even if he does, he better keeps it in until you're about eighteen." "Eighteen?" "Yes, eighteen. I highly doubt he likes you like that anyway. You said he's the celebrant's older brother so I guess he just said hi to you since you're his sister's friend."

Not only she has the guts to speak up to him on her demands, but she also managed to make him laugh too. -"You want to dance with my father, but not with me? You just hurt the prince charming's feelings, little princess." He told her while faking to be upset. -"You are not my prince charming. Now, can you please find a girl to dance with and open the dance floor? I am running out of time here, Mister... Eh, what's your name again?" -"You can call me Prince Charming Matthew Stevens." He winks at her. This little conversation between the two of them had humored me more than all the alliances I had reinforced tonight.