Prince Eyes Novels & Stories

I could get whatever the maids were wearing and help in… “That won't do,” The prince cut in before I could fully layout my plan. “Huh?” “That is not a befitting attire for my event planner,” he said simply. All the whole, his attention still remained outside. The sun was out, scorchingly so. It hit every angle of his face, sharpening his jawline and highlighting those lashes. His green eyes looked like golden liguid spilled into them. It was breathtaking. Focus, Ariee! I sucked in a breath, tearing my eyes from him.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

Thinking about it now, even Queen Charlotte shared the same vibe as his Little Flower. Now that they were standing so close together, it was unbelievable for Prince Phoenix. The only difference is, the color of their eyes. His Little Flower had brighter bluish green eyes whereas the Queen's eyes were a dark shade of green. Alexander too had the same structure as the King. It was very subtle but everything was there. He also shared the similar dark eyes of the King's. Nothing further was needed to be said. Queen Aurora looked at the Dark Prince with watery eyes. She then looked back at Eve. With shaky hands she reached out to touch Eve's cheek. The girl flinched but did not move away.

My eyes just came out of the socket and I held Prince's hand to stop him as he was about to run to him. "Prince, Let them talk"

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.

the prince instructed as he gestured with his index finger for me to approach him. His gray eyes stared at me before flickering slowly down the length of my body and then up again until our eyes met. Despite the dark situation that was going on regarding his father and the associated political instability of the country, there was an unmistakable look of desire in his gray eyes. The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine along with my realization that the Prince sitting in front of me wasn't the stereotypical benevolent prince. He was the prince that always did things his way to get all that he wanted, and that very prince is about to become the next king of this country.

ADRAIN The woman in front of me blinked her eyes as she took me in. I could see the recognition in her eyes. She knows that I am the crown prince. Adrian Rossi. Her eyes went wide as she took me in. "You...you are the crown prince!" She said to me. I rolled my eyes. Of course. She was probably one of those women who wanted to use my daughter to get closer to me. How did she even find Isabella? I had been looking for my daughter since the previous night. As I was the crown prince, I could not help but think that someone had taken her to get back at me.

"One more. Carrie Wilson's the name. You want me to bring her in?" "Send her. Let's just get this over with." And then she walked in. Short. So short that I had to tilt my head down a little just to make eye contact. Her locks were a smoldering, orange flame that looked as if she had stuck her head into a sunset. Her eyes were the richest brown I'd ever seen, like melted chocolate that had secrets within. And her face? Spattered with the biggest freckles I'd ever noticed. She wouldn't win a beauty pageant, not next to the barbie-doll women who'd passed through here. But she wasn't unattractive.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.