Prince Charming's Dad Novels & Stories

He whispered. Then, they danced all night, cherishing the moment that they were in each other’s arms. This beautiful and peaceful atmosphere was broken though when they heard a loud voice scream. “The king was killed!” They heard someone yelling with a voice filled with anger and anguish. Alf turned and saw her father lying on the floor, covered in blood. “Father!!!!!” she screamed and was about to run to where his father was lying, his blood staining the sparkling floor with its bright red color. But a group of men in black cloaks surrounded her.

He had glanced at his profile before; he probably hadn't remembered wrong. "Yes, he's younger than Dad by a lot!" The young prince sighed suddenly, "But I noticed he already has silver hair. Dad, you're still very handsome and youthful." This young rascal, praising him out of the blue? He must have done something terrible. Mr. Desmond looked at his son, speechless. "Father, you've achieved great success in your career, have a good relationship, and your children are outstanding. Naturally, you'll maintain your good looks. As for that Kellan Lutz guy, how could he compare?" Mrs. Desmond took over answering for her husband.

I took a deep breath and began, “So when Mummy was younger, you remember grandad who is in heaven now?” They nodded giving me their full attention while still sipping out of their milkshake. “Granddad wanted mummy to be happy, so he begged her to get married to someone who mummy thought was a charming prince, so mummy agreed to Granddad's wishes. But ... .mummy was wrong about her charming Prince and this charming Prince is your daddy and he has a mean witch who is his mother who did not like mummy at all.” They listened intently and their faces were both serious and amused as well.

It was our childhood fantasy to visit those places and find our prince charming. I chuckled at the memory "It's a funny fantasy. No prince is charming in Paris. I wonder how we made up those silly fantasies at a young age" I blame my father, he always made sure to spare some time at night to tell us midnight tales and all the tales always end with Paris, Prince Charming, and the princess. However, as we grew up, I found out those stories were actually about him and my mom, they met in Paris and my father was the Prince Charming and my mother was the Princess. How silly!

I give her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, and I'm greeted by Gustavo at the door, he takes my bag and escorts me to the car. "Are you comfortable Miss Harding?" he asks adjusting his rearview mirror. "Please call me Penny," I reply, "And I am, thank you." He starts the engine and we make our way, bearing in mind the time, we'll be stuck in traffic for an hour, giving me time to do research on Henry's father. Former King of Crawford, from a line of royalty, well his mother was a peasant before she met his father King John Crawford III, apparently, the relationship was toxic between his mother and father. He was a cheat and verbally abuse and a known racist. Now it makes sense where he gets it

A deep frown settled on the Prince's face when he heard his mate's question. "James has been my father's advisor and personal assistant for years."The prince explained. "They were childhood friends who grew up together. That's all I know."The prince shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Alessandra nodded her head in understanding and it was quiet for a brief moment. "What about family? Does he have one?"Alessandra asked curiously. "Yes, he has a family."The prince said nonchalantly since he was less concerned about his father's advisor's personal life.

Together we go through pages of documents stopping to mark anything that might seem like a red flag. As we work, I can’t help but admire the prince’s focus and attention to detail. He’s not a just spoiled prince. He’s smart and notices things not many others would pick up on. Hours pass quickly as we work and before we know it the sun has set. Our work has revealed one key discovery. Lady Chantarelle’s father was exiled by the king, and we need to find out why.

“Because once the wedding is done, a truce is made. If we kill him after, it breaks the truce. We’d need a new reason.” “Exactly,” my father confirms. Of course, that’s his plan. The old bastard is going to bide his time, sit in the fucking audience, and smile like the proud father watching his son tie the knot. All while plotting his next move. My father turns to Prince. “Did you ever find out why he came back early?” Prince exhales, his body still stiff. “He said he got more videos. I’m guessing from the ones who kidnapped us.” His jaw clenches. “Apparently, he knew. So he made my mother and sister stay in the guest house while he watched me.”

“You are going to buy everything you’ve ruined! So don’t worry, destroy as much as you want! You think this is going to help you?!” “No, I don’t think so! But you were supposed to help me, but you didn’t!” I yelled, approaching him. “How was I supposed to do that?! His Majesty said Her Royal Highness brought home her lover…” “And you believe that? Isn’t that so convenient? We expose their asses about being together and she introduces a man?” I asked in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my father was such a dumb man. “Why would you even think the Prince has an affair with his sister? That is a ridiculous thing to say!”

The men shrugged their shoulders and said, "No need." "You are so ignorant. Don't slander my prince charming!" The woman was so excited that she exclaimed, "Have you heard of CH Corporation? It was started by him. Its branches are in the UK, Athana, Norwood and Lanechett. His parents are important local officials in Norwood. He was born in a rich family. His grandpa was a state official before retiring. His brother is a police chief. How could such a man be supported by a woman?" All of them were silent. Billy's family background couldn't be comparable to this man's.