Prince Charming Novels & Stories

Then the trio left the place happily, Tiya leave grandfather and her mom in their restaurant and then she said, "I have to go and meet someone, I will be a little late so please don't wait for me for dinner. " Firstly Mrs. Aka was about to stop her but then she remembered her promise, so she allowed her to go. ..... ..... .... .... At the Emperor's villa With the news of Prince Charming's return in the city, all the people went crazy, they started gathering around the villa, In just a time span of an hour or two the whole area between Emperor's villa and emperor's court, where commoners can easily enter was filled with around fifty thousand people, when they s

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.

He could be my friend, classmate or a commoner. Because every girl dreamt of being a princess even though not everyone wants a prince charming. I wondered why, my mother said that prince charming isn't like that in movies. That my father wasn't a prince charming. That the prince charming wasn't just handsome and kind. She said a prince charming is not only kind but also honest. Handsome but down to earth. And rich but not arrogant. But I didn't listened and still believed what I watched in the TV. Especially when I met Jordan. Since J

He gestured to them to sit. He pulled a chair and gestured to Kashmir to sit which she reluctantly obeyed. Everyone in the room was bemused by the prince's action toward Kashmir; they all knew that she was his new personal assistant. They had a back to back meeting which lasted for six hours and dinner was served at their meeting. People around them are observing their interaction while they are having their dinner. No one dared to join the two lovey dovey, they could see that the prince was smitten with his personal assistant.

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.

This whole thing sure is quite the mess… There are a few things that I need to make sure of, for example; I need to make sure that his royal blondiness already knows that she has that [charm] effect surrounding her… If he already knows, which is the biggest probability, which would be a huge problem…right? “The crown prince is using the powers of the saint to gather followers through charm spells”, I can already say that if this goes public it would be quite the spectacle, a huge scandal enough to strip him of the crown prince position, or even jail him if you know how to perfectly use that against him

A large air conditioning unit blew out cool air. Gen and I took a seat and waited. And waited. And waited. "How much longer? I'm becoming hungry," Gen asked. I was becoming irritated. I tapped my nails on the surface of the table and looked at my wristwatch. The door finally pushed open and an elderly man appeared. I stood and Gen did the same. "Good afternoon. I'm King Charles the Third. Welcome to Conovia." "It's a pleasure Your Highness. I'm Emily Hollen, and this is Generosa Sky."

“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.”

Bernice was always excited for the strangest of things. “It's a ball so you have to get your butt off that couch and go ‘bibi di babidi bo' your way into becoming a princess in the next one hour cause we are going to find your prince charming.” “Prince charming is from Shrek while prince— nevermind,” I said, shoving the small talk aside. “I don't need a Prince charming. I want Xander.” “Well, Xander doesn't want you,” she said without any emotions and the glare I gave her almost made her trip on her heels.

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.