Prince Charming Novels & Stories

He neither argues nor complies wholeheartedly; he merely exists, quietly, like the eye of a storm. Despite his detachment, there is an undeniable charm about him that draws others in. Perhaps it is the contradiction of his character—the melancholy woven into his beauty, the fragility hidden behind the noble air. He earned the title “Melancholic Prince Charming”, a title that blends admiration and pity. Kai walked up to us with a soft smile that lit up his exquisitely handsome face, his gaze bouncing between us, trying to understand the mixed emotions hovering in the air. “Am I interrupting something?”

He's never on the same level as you! Sheila quickly ran over to Severin and said proudly, "I know the man I choose is a great man! My Prince Charming and my idol!" What an exaggerating statement that nearly had Severin passed out. "Prince Charming is often invisible in fairy tales. I'm definitely nothing like Prince Charming. Even a piece of dung he picks from the street could be a priceless possession!" Sheila rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Why can't he pick up something else? What kind of idiot will pick up a piece of dung anyway?"

Princess Scarlette shushes her brothers as the doors begin to open. “Prince Maxwell, the crown prince of England!” The announcer spoke as Prince Maxwell walked down the staircase with a wave to the esteemed guest. “Prince Caspian, the prince of Wales!” Prince Caspian made his way to the people with a flashy smile as cameras started to capture his angles. “Prince Benedict, Duke of Cambridge!” Prince Benedict struts down the stairs with a serious demeanour and with his head held up high. “Ugh. Why do they always have to be so flashy,” Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again.

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

“And so?” “Oh my, God. You’re so dumb! You should start watching the Game of Thrones, The Crown, and The Last Kingdom, duh! And oh, Meghan Markle got married to Prince Harry and they’re expecting their first baby. See? Prince charming does exist.” Charlie rolled her eyes.

“My Prince, I don’t remember this encounter, the unique encounter I had today was with a spoilt brat and I don’t think you are one are you? Your majesty.” The prince jaw clenched. “I am Prince Chandler, crown prince of the empire.” “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Penn said in a taunting tone as she shook hands with the prince, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through them. Vallas narrowed his eyes at the exchange between Penn and the prince, it was like they had already met each other and were opponents sizing the other up. “Oh look Penn, there is Rima, escort her to seat beside you.” Vallas ordered because Rima was certainly going to help contain any errors which Penn might make

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.

I, Daniel Beaumont, was a newly-crowned A-list celebrity in the entertainment industry. I had just finished attending an award ceremony when my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, called me all of a sudden. He wanted to invite me over to his private residence for a meal in honor of my receiving an award at the award ceremony earlier. Pierce was my long-time rival and childhood friend. He was also the heir of an ultra-rich family. He was known to be a cold and ruthless bastard who stayed away from women in the elite society. Well, as for my impression of him, aside from not being into women, he was also a shameless bastard who liked to mess with me.

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.

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.