Novel & Cerita Prince Fan Art

"PRINCESS SHAINE WE LOVE YOU!" “Princess Guen you're so beautiful today!” "Uyyy papy Prince Glenn just smile at us we can die tomorrow!" "WAHHHH TAKE ME BABY PRINCE BREEZE!!" "GAGA DON'T DREAM THAT I'LL BE THE FIRST!" "I have nothing to do with you two, but I can taste you." Breeze's groin while wearing his killer smile, tsk girl... "WAHHHH YOU CAN, PRINCE YOU WANT ME TO UNSUIT NOW?!"

The posters that were made dosen't even do him justice, He has short brown hair, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. “I don’t know, ladies, it’s hard to decide. There are so many of you here,” the prince said. Am quite amazed by how many girls were trying to get his attention. Most of them were smiling, giggling and waving at him. Two very pretty blondes were standing on each side, running their hands over his arm... Well I guess this is the type of scene I pictured in my head, he's a handsome prince afterall!

Rebecca was taken aback by Amani's disrespectful behavior towards the Prince, but he remained composed and did not react. "Selene, as part of the grand prize, the winner will have the honor of painting Prince Malakai and Lady Steph for the King's book when they ascend the throne," Rebecca informed Amani, trying to regain control of the situation. Amani scoffed and shook her head in disgust. "Well, I'm sure you will find a skilled enough artist who can fit that big, fat head of yours in the portrait... Excuse me." Amani stormed off in the opposite direction, slipping through the crowd as she tried to distance herself from Malakai as much as possible.

"Miss Harper? Are you listening to me?" Prince waved his hand. Emily spontaneously blinked. "Yes. I'm just curious. Is that what prompted you to make me the object of your photo?" Nodding, Prince dipped a piece of croissant into his hot chocolate. "Yeah, we can combine your popularity with my skills. Maybe it can help me to reach trending number one." Seeing how casually Prince imitated her style of devouring a croissant, Emily stopped chewing. "By the way, why did you order hot chocolate too?"

“ I’m not short of money.” Fredrick turned around and looked at her with a smile, “If you want to pay me why don’t u do something else for me?” “What kind of things?” She asked. Fredrick pulled a paper from the piles of documents next to him. Priscilla looked at it. It was a case of a male artist who was very popular these days under Anderson International. A male artist named John Pitt acted in a period drama and ended up a big hit. He was regarded as “The Prince from the Old Dynasty.”

My voice sounds like it's coming from underwater. "The prince from the park." She points with a syrup-sticky finger. "See? I put him here because—" She traces the white space between the grouped figures and the solitary one. "Because he should be in the picture too." The crayon lies on the table between us. Blue. The same color as Adrian's eyes in her drawing. "Baby, he's not—" I stop. How do I explain that the sad prince is dangerous? How do I tell her he's the man Mommy is trying to hurt?

I feel their gaze on me, pressing against my skin like a touch. “Look at me as you serve me,” the male demands as I slide a plate in front of him. I force my gaze up, locking eyes with a hauntingly dark blue pair staring at me. The man is huge, at least twice the size of me, and has messy brown hair that falls onto his forehead. His skin is deeply tanned like he spends a lot of time in the sun. He is handsome. More handsome than anyone I’ve ever seen, and it takes my breath away until I feel like I can’t breathe in front of him.

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

But she was confused since he was just as usual now. "You are always overthinking my princess," Deagan replied. He had always called her that since she was young. "Mmh, my prince," she nodded her head. It seemed like she was just overthinking. As long as he kept calling get his princess, she would be so happy. She had always called him 'My prince' whenever he called her 'my princess'. And she felt like it was the best feeling in the world. Deagan looked at her and smiled. His little sister, the only one should he so much in this world was here once again.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.