Prince Charming Novels & Stories

I said. Ignoring the look of despair on his face, I linked my arm with Lucian's and continued upstairs. Once we were out of his sight, I pulled away from Lucian. "Thanks for helping me with that little act," I said, grateful for his support. He smiled warmly, his tone light. "It was nothing. Remember how we used to play prince and princess when we were kids?" - Jason refused to sign the divorce papers. So, I handed over the evidence of his infidelity to my lawyer and filed for divorce.

“You said no, and I believe that when a woman says no or stop, she means it. Plus your family will wonder where we are so long, you should go so I can freshen up." Who is this guy — Prince Charming? He is fucking crazy if he thinks I'm leaving now after he destroyed my pipe. Lord only knows I'm leaking like a faulty faucet. The fact that he is being considerate about me saying no, makes me want to say yes all over again. Heartbreak here I come. I conquer him again with my thick thighs, then I haul him in for a kiss. He tears away. “Kevah Pierce, you are a frustrating woman," he smiles, then he holds the back of my neck and places his other hand on the mirror b

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—"

Ruby asks. Prince Charlie is confused for a while, he didn't know what to do. He stood up and started walking close to her, drags out a knife.....

Like she was nothing. "Lucien," she whispered, stretching a shaking hand toward him. The Prince sidestepped her, pulling his cloak closer to himself so her hand wouldn’t touch him. He gave Kaleb a quick nod and went straight to the king. He gave a respectful bow and received a small but pleased smile from him. What happened next was like someone had cruelly ripped out her heart. Princess Ariana, beaming like the sun, rushed and hugged him. Worse, Lucien reciprocated. He placed a kiss on her cheek, then whispered something that made the one wearing her face laugh softly.

"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.

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

“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.

Makeup that made me look like I had my life together. A lie. A very sparkly lie. I was half a second from hiding behind a potted plant when someone touched my arm. “Clara Vale?” a rich voice purred near my ear. I turned, and there he was. Prince Charming’s evil twin. Tall. Sharp cheekbones. Hair slicked back like he’d bribed the wind to behave. Eyes too cold for his polite smile. I’d seen him earlier talking to ambassadors and wealthy alphas like he collected broken dreams as a hobby.