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.

Meanwhile, the Princes are equally popular with their younger sisters. Noble girls are competing to get close to the sons of the king who are famous for being handsome and charming. The authoritative Prince Robin, the ideal future king for his people, Prince Nicholas who always steals the hearts of women, Prince Matthew who is smart and calm, Prince Randall who is handsome and dashing, Vincent and David are cheerful and humorous, Claude is cold and mysterious, Alexei the gentle and sweet and the charismatic Richard. While Jerome is not very popular with women even though he is quite handsome, in the eyes of women, he is not that attractive. In fact, Nathania, who had just arrived, was approa

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—"

“Sorry to make you wait,” I said as I walked into the meeting tent. Evan and Levi were already there, rigid, while a man sat across from the open space waiting for me. He was handsome in an almost irritating way—blond hair neatly kept, blue eyes calm and bright, the kind of face painters loved to put crowns on. He looked exactly like what he claimed to be. Prince Charming. Behind him stood a small, carefully arranged entourage, all polished armor and stillness. I sat down across from them with a smile. “So what business do you have with me?” I asked.

“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.

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.