Prince Fan Art Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

But it was not the King Regent who captured my attention. It was him. Prince George. The pictures in the media, the painted portraits, the royal articles… none of them had prepared me for the sight of him in person. He stood tall, dressed in royal navy and gold, his presence powerful yet calm. His hair was the color of midnight, his jawline sharp, and his eyes oh, those eyes held a secret, a storm, and a strange gentleness all at once. The sun caught the edge of his smile, and I knew right then that the media had done him no justice.

Merien asked in shock. "Yes, they are. They are the only Korean-like heartthrobs on this campus. And, they are also the ones you fought with." "What?! Them?! When did they become like Korean heartthrobs?! My God! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha! They looked like aliens." I said. The behavior is alien! Yes! They will support, especially the one who is gorilla! The Jade?! Aliens! King of the aliens in handsomeness---awesomeness! Yuck!

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

Prince Senya had dark chocolate eyes and skin that reminded me of caramel. His dark brown hair was full of natural beautiful curls that glazed a bit over his eye brows. He's a bit taller than Barinor, but his strength I doubt would match. The prince then stepped forward as he bowed and took my hand and brought it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand not once breaking eye contact. I placed a fake smile upon my face as he slowly lowered my hand down. "I hope your ride wasn't too, uh," He looked at Glydor and back at me and shook his head. "Nevermind."

Dina and Chris were set to go for their dinner at Mrs. Wright’s house, after they bid the other children in the orphanage goodbye they left. Dina was wearing an orange gown that was up to her knee, with a silver necklace that had a butterfly at the center and a pair of a silver slip-on. She let her hair fall to the sides of her face and attached little black hairpins to hold it down, and on her lips, she applied pink lip-gloss to make it moist and beautiful. While Chris was wearing a shirt and a pair of brown trousers.

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

"LUCRECIA PETERS AND PRINCE FELIX AVOID THE CAMERAS SO BLATANTLY, WHAT MIGHT THEY BE HIDING?" "IS PRINCE FELIX ALEXANDER GEORGE HARRISON A CON ARTIST, LIKE IT IS RUMORED?" "THE ROYAL FAMILY HAS BEEN MENTIONED IN THE SAME BREATH AS A CON ARTIST, WHAT IS THE RELATION?" "LUCRECIA PETERS CONS 12 WEALTHY MEN IN AMERICA" After reading these headlines, he seems angry with himself while the other people in the room are just quiet while watching him. "I should have known, I should have frigging known, where else would she hide out? I thought she had successfully mastered the art of vanishing, alas i was wrong, she had gone to stay with her prince lover, ou, I should have known!