Prince D Trolls Novels & Stories

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

Duke Corwel and Baron Siegfred snickered before averting their gazes towards Narrah. "You still have a chance to join us. Only the Duke of Lockwood has the advantage, being the direct heir to the throne. All of you will just be slaves and puppets of the kingdom" Baron Siegfried taunted. "I will not be played again. I was decreed Duke of Araceli but it was threatened to be taken away from me just because that girl had a claim. Either the King was simply gullible or he is playing with us all" Duke Corwel raved as he eyed King Fergus whose other side of the face was covered with dried blood.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

“Hi, Red. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Ki—” Crow snapped his fingers before the guy could shake my hand. “No need for handshakes, bro.” The guy laughed and shook his head before sitting back down. “Babe, this is Kirb, the Mobile Legends addict. Hyacinth, the social butterfly. And Haidee…” Crow pointed at the laughing girl beside him, “The horse.” Everyone burst into laughter while Haidee slapped his shoulder playfully. “But seriously,” he added, “She’s the early bird in our class.”

“You said you’d introduce me to your dad.” “Oh! Yes!” Marcus replied, leading John toward the governor. “Dad, I’d like to introduce you to my good friend John. He’s the guy I told you about, the one who owns S.M Luxury.” The governor gave a curt nod, his eyes shifting briefly to John before returning to his drink. His demeanor was cold, dismissive. “Your Excellency, sir, it’s an honor to meet you,” John began, his voice filled with false enthusiasm. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you for so long, sir. Our company would like to—”

gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever defended me. Even if she really can't do much, the intention is all that matters to me. Tilting a bit closer to me, Zuri whispers to my hearing alone, "They are the four princes from the founding families." That makes me frown. What would they want from me? Sweeping his head to the side, a third one among the princes, with an irregularly trimmed brown hair, flashes a smile at me, and it makes me cringe internally.

“Do you know people from Shell Cove?” He smiled. “I am from Shell Cove, and it is very nice to meet you, Lucy Graves.” I swallowed. “Who… are you exactly?” “My name is Triton, and I’m the prince of the sea.” His lips twitched. “And no, I don’t have any daughters.”

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

“Andromeda didn’t last the night that day, and that broke Deniz more than anything could have, he vowed that night that he would avenge her, that Prontose’s life would be taken by his hands when the time came, and indeed he did keep his promise, as when he reached eighteen, on the day his mother had died, he went to the ocean and started calling for Prontose, though he had a doubt that the king would be facing him, he still kept calling for him, for hours standing on his feet, yelling as loud as he could until the raging king came out of his hideout and faced his son, accepting the challenge which was thrown in his face, knowing that it was the only way the young man would calm down, though