Prince Charming Age Novels & Stories

"Now, scrub peasant." "Peasant?" I mimicked back, grinning and jerking the plate away from her. "You have problems." She puffed out her nose. "I have charm. Get it correct." I did not want to acknowledge it. Wanted to be able to brutally reject the manner in which her silly antics tangled my heart into a warm, danger knot. But as she shoved me in the hip and made great 'princess' noises, I could not lie to myself. She wasn't just charming.

His outfit is almost always composed of white color. Of course, as the Crown Prince he carries himself with a confident aura, always walking with authority yet still polite and kind to others. Being 24 years old, he is mature and at times serious, especially if the situations requires it to be; he performs his duties and responsibilities well and great— making everyone agree that he is deserving of the ‘King’ title and that he can lead the kingdom into a far more better future.

"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession.

"But in case Ammon tried to win you back, then I will not allow it! I shall exploit my powers as the Prince of this nation if anyone tried to steal you away from me!" "You are really possessive Prince Arthur. Anyhow, let us return to the Kingdom of your nation! I am excited to see it in person!" said Charlotte, who could not hide her excitement. "Yes, please turn around and wear your clothes so your cold would not get worse!" Charlotte removed her hands from Prince Arthur's shoulder and kissed him on the cheeks. "Thank you Prince Charming. The more I looked at you, the more I realize that you're handsome!" Prince Arthur's face got reddened. "Thanks for the compliment, Charlotte... please wea

"End this joke Prince, all of that was just our parents' joke." Prince lowered his head and pursed his lips. Taking a deep breath, and again he returned Angel's gaze seriously. Prince did not think this was a joke, maybe he used to act like a young man who still wanted to have fun. But now that he was 30 years old, he had become an adult man who was almost perfectly mature, there was no time for him to talk nonsense. "I came to talk seriously to you Miss. Christopher. The reason I moved to Switzerland, also because I want to get to know you better."

“Most people would.” “I’m not most people,” Charlie said. That earned him a short, quiet chuckle. “How old are you anyway? I heard the rumor that the little princess’s bodyguard was a teenager too, but I didn’t think River Foster was actually that stupid to hire a sixteen-year-old,” the man replied. “Seventeen,” Charlie murmured. “What’s that?” he barked. “Nothing. If you will excuse me, I am not exactly in a chatty mood,” Charlie said.

“According to rumors, they had been lovers at one time…” Emma coughed before she could stop herself, her hand stretching to the wall to hold herself, from barfing. “Lovers? How’s that possible? How old is the prince?” Her eyes shone with incredulity. To think she had been crushing on the male. This was unthinkable. She squinted her face in disgust. It was good that she and Adah was having this conversation. “No one really knows the age. Except your mother. Maybe, you can ask her… Although I can understand your unbelief—that had been my story at one time, during my eighteenth year here. I had a mighty crush on him… he is so handsome you know…”

he said sensibly while he gave her a weird look like she was going crazy or something. "I am being very serious Florate. Prince Andreas is real! I am not making this up. Like I told you before, he came to my room one night when I was five and we became friends then. But now, we are more than friends. We are more like soul mates now but we just can't be together". A tear flowed down her left cheek. "And why is that?" Florate was beginning to get emotional. He knew very well that Lilith was good at many things but lying was not one of them. She would rather not say than lie so what she was saying now was absolutely true but hard to believe, even for him.

As Jasmine spoke, she was also a little surprised and puzzled as she said, “Prince Arthur seems to be from the post-80s generation, and he should be only around forty years old. I wonder why he wants to come to the auction for the Rejuvenating Pill.” Prince Arthur had married a commoner princess in a high-profile manner a few years ago, and he was also second in line as the heir to the Britain throne. Therefore, he had been the topic of conversation with great visibility and popularity over the recent years. His sudden registration to participate in the auction really took Charlie by slight surprise. However, Charlie quickly figured out the motive of the British royal family.

He clapped my back affectionately and motioned for me to sit. “I was fourteen, Uncle,” I replied, smiling as I took the seat across from him. “A child by my standards,” he chuckled, easing into his high-backed chair with the ease of someone who belonged to time more than place. His crimson robes swept around him as he settled in, pipe in hand. “While I’m delighted to see my nephew alive and mostly intact, I’ve never been one for idle pleasantries. So tell me why has the missing Prince Tobias Andrés Rostov resurfaced here of all places?”