Prince Charming Novels & Stories

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.

Hmm," he stands and removes his jacket, and my jaw drops open as I take in his body, his form fitted white shirt, stretches across his chest, he rolls up his sleeves and my eyes go wide at the size of his arms. Xena purrs in my head "girl shut your mouth and wipe the drool from your chin," she chuckles at my display of being dumbstruck. I blink my eyes a few times and realize my mouth is open and I'm literally panting, I snap my mouth shut and close my eyes, shake my head trying to get my senses back. "So, Prince Charming, what brought you here today?" He smiles, "honestly, You, I needed to see you again."

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.

Caroline ended the story, caressing Artin’s face. “Mamma, I’m… a prince,” Artin said, recalling how someone had called him Prince. “Yes, you’re my prince,” Caroline said, pinching his cheek. “Prince cham..Caming?” Artin asked. “No, sweetheart. You’re only my Prince. My Prince charming is your Papa. Only people of almost height become any girl prince charming.” Caroline answered his unasked question, knowing very well what he was going to ask next. She knowingly mentioned the word HEIGHT so that Artin wouldn’t start complaining about him not making her Prince charming.

Sarah had laughed at Valentina very loudly when she asked her, to while refusing politely. He is here, Valentina thought. “The prince is here. I can walk out of the room on my own, thank you," she said and turned to open the door. There her Prince Charming was with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His hair looked so soft, and he wearing a very elegant black suit. To Valentina, he couldn't look more handsome than he already was. Ever since he marked her, all she had been thinking about was his touch. Him standing there was turning her on and she knew he could sense it too.

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 r

"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 com

Something like the dreams I used to have. The kind where the prince wasn’t just charming— He was mine.

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki