Prince Charming Novels & Stories

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

Not only did he have a strong build and doubtless a six-pack underneath his shirt, but he also had an attractive face—the kind that makes girls starstruck and tongue-tied. In a fairy tale, where Jen was the beautiful princess, Nicholas Atkins could just be the Prince Charming, who would kiss her sleeping heart awake from its deep slumber. Very well then, in their fairy tale, I would be the damned Rumpelstiltskin! I wore a pair of black pants, a dark yellow shirt, black leather boots, and a dark brown leather jacket. I made sure every strand of my hair was in place before I put on my black fingerless leather gloves.

he asked, turning on himself. “Handsome. Very handsome.” they both replied proudly. He smiled, getting all emotional and hugging them again. -- There were gasps of admiration when the Prince reappeared, walking down the middle path with his parents at his sides. He was in sparkly white. From head to toe. A shiny and very attractive groom. His white was pure and made him look like he’d walked straight out of someone’s sweet dream. Saïda’s sweet dream. Prince charming himself. He went and stood in front of the mayor’s table. His three friends behind him as his best men. Landry was his witness and ring man.

It's his royal pain in the butt. But instead of catching me, PRINCE Ace actually stepped sideways to avoid me and I fell face first on the ground. "Don't do that cliché move on me." Was what he said after I spat a few dirt off of my mouth. "Trust me. If I was planning a move on you it wouldn't be to charm you, but to kill you." I was pretty annoyed about the dirt in my mouth since a certain PRINCE was too arrogant to help a damsel!

He was at the door in two strides, yanking it open. In the grand hallway stood Adelaide, wringing her hands, and facing her was a man who seemed a ghost torn from a happier past. He was tall, once broad-shouldered but now gaunt, his fine clothes hanging loosely. His hair, the same shade as Makil’s but lank and unkempt, framed a face that was a ruin of handsomeness—hollow cheeks, shadowed eyes, and a smile that was a grotesque parody of warmth. “Brother!” the man exclaimed, his voice too loud, cracking with a strange energy. “And you must be one of the lovely contenders! I am Charles. The *other* prince. The one no one talks about anymore.”

With shaking fingers, she reached for his wrist and pressed two fingertips to the thin skin over his vein. Nothing. Her feet stopped moving entirely. Her breath caught. Her lips parted. Her voice came out so quiet it could have been carried away by the wind. "No… that's not possible." The estate doctor finally arrived—dragged along by a servant, out of breath. "Princess, please let go of the Prince Consort so I can check for a pulse." Keisha didn't move. "Princess? PRINCESS?" When she didn't respond, Thomas ordered two servants to pull Sebastian out of her arms.

Bella's POV "No, no, no!" the gay designer shouted. He sounded really irrated, because he had to pick out a dress for me. I think I know how he feels, cause it wasn't even a appointment, we just barged into the shop, and Kai said he needed the perfect dress for me. He jumped up, and now we've tried the 10 dress and Vian was still not satisfied. I went back into the changing room. Omg, this is the one, I thought as I pulled the next one. It was a lacy black dress, that showed every curve of my body. It was perfect. I walked out of the changing room, and Vian finally clapped his hand and said, "Finally darling, that dress does not do you justice, but your man will fall to his knees when he see