Prince Fan Art Novels & Stories

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.

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

What did she have to be solemn about? I nearly gave up. Nearly tossed the burner phone across the room. But then, I clicked on a link buried on her profile her father’s business: Alden Construction. The website was barebones and unimpressive. A family-run company with a long-standing history in Forreston. I idly clicked through a gallery labeled “Meet the Team” and— Bingo. There he was. Right in the center of a team photo: Prince Tobias. Dressed down in a T-shirt and work boots, dust smudged across his cheek, grinning wide as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

Epilogue “And this is how the prince met the lady of his dreams and they lived together forever,” she said and kissed the forehead of the fawn head boy. “Hey mom, you kissed him last night, you don’t love me,” said the other boy angrily. “Hey I love you both” she said and kissed his forehead too “We love you too mom” the both said in one voice. “Now it's time for bed, no more talking,” she said. “Mom, I have a question: did the prince practice magic?” he asked. “Yeah he did,” she said, smiling.

A platoon of butterflies danced all the way from my tummy to her breast bones, I swallowed nervously, my cheeks stained pink. “Just take a deep breath and you’re good to go” .he whispered softly into my ears. I smiled back nervously and nodded, we walked towards the red carpet for pictures. “I love you Prince!” “Marry me Prince…please!” “You are too cute for her, she’s ugly!” The fans yelled shamelessly at the top of their voices, trying their best to get an autograph, but the security was too tight to be joked with. I felt the last one staright to my bone but maintained my forced smile at the cameras. Prince smiled and waved at them, winked and sent some flying kisses in return the female f

The only time they stay is when we had visual arts class and we had to use the art studio. "Hey Jazzy." And that should be Prince. I turned and smiled at him. How person pikin go just fine like this? (How can someone's child be as handsome as this?) "Prince, what's up?" "I'm fine as you can see." he answered. "Ehn, good morning oga oh. Since there's no other person here." Joan said, with that funny look on her face. I and Prince just laughed. "I'm sorry. Good morning." He brought his hand out to give them a handshake. But Bianca slapped it away.

He was a Prince for Fuck’s sake Elsida, of course he would be chilvarous. “I want you to give painting a chance again, it’d be a shame to see such remarkable talent go to waste.”

Zedekiel stood to the side, amused by the Prince's seriousness. He could say that since the day the Prince stepped into Netheridge, this was the first time he had seen him concentrate on something so well. He had to admit. Even the serious Prince was very attractive. Some minutes later... The King and the guards stared at the Prince's masterpiece with wide eyes. What the hell was this?!!!!! Prince Ron had a smile of satisfaction on his face. He had done good. Well done to himself. He patted himself on the back mentally.

The five of them had been hiding the whole time and had overheard the whole conversation between the prince and Mijas. Fane looked at the prince and knew that this beast was different from the rest, being the offspring of the so-called king. From the earlier conversation, it was obvious that the thirteenth prince was ambitious. Fane wanted to launch an ambush. After all, any regular beast would probably immediately release a signal if they appeared like that. However, after understanding the prince's personality, Fane decided to simply reveal himself. The thirteenth prince was proud and narcissistic. Unless it noticed that it could be in danger, it would not release any signals. In the eyes

Lots of love from me 💜 (purple's my favourite colour) Your beloved writer, 💜 PRINCESS NOVA 💜