Prince Charming Novels & Stories

Only this time, it wasn't anything funny. Brooke: Hey, Clem! Isn't this the guy who bought you coffee?!!!!!!! Match Made in Spain: The Princess Soon-To-Be Wed To Her Prince Charming. My, my. He looks like a prince, and he looks very charming indeed. The dashing businessman, who many may know as the president's grandson, will soon marry Princess Vittoria.

Charlene scowled at him and tried to reach for her books, but the prince's build was no joke. "Trying to keep your arms intact? Why are you carrying such heavy books?" the Prince genuinely asked. He just could not wrap his head around it. Charlene is an obvious genius for the prince to take notice of her wits. So why is she trying so hard to study more than she should? Why is she trying so hard? "Are you insulting me?" "What?" The Lycan Prince raised his brows. "Okay, you're misunderstanding me here—"

“Just picture it: you and me, dancing at prom, everyone staring at us because we look so good together.” Tiffany rolled her eyes, but the image lingered in her mind, uninvited. She shook her head, trying to dispel it. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to fall for your charm just because you think you’re some kind of prince.” “I don’t think I am a prince. Far from it,” he shot back, his tone challenging. He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t win my princess.”

Shawn nodded his head, “Yes but not so much in the beginning, in jail we were fed tasteless food.” “And you can have all the sweet things you want at my expense,” Aldridge chuckled behind his hand. Shawn looked over at him and asked, “Have I ever told you that I love your laugh?” Aldridge shook his head, “No but I wouldn’t be surprised.” “You’re so full of yourself,” Shawn grumbled. * At the castle… Prince Sebastian walked into Princess Blanche’s chamber with flowers in his hands then looked around and saw that there were flowers from many others too.

The carriage were luxurious and prominent with a very recognizable insignia carved on it’s both sides of the doors. “The Crown Prince marker…yes…it’s better only you an I went to see him..”.(Viscount Baxter Anderton) City Lord gives Baron Raynard a friendly reminders to him and his family. Which Baron Raynard Belloc heeds, he turned away his daughter and wife, telling them to head home. This is because, although Visma nation Crown Prince, Prince Charles Visma the 4th were a good prince and an upright noble, he’s also known with his lusty personality, that wanted to conquer any woman he come in contact with, whenever he wanted to. Jane and Jaane Belloc were 2 beautiful woman, should the princ

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.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.