Novel & Cerita Prince Fan Art

The main theme of most of the paintings seemed to be of nature, while some were painted using buildings as inspiration. "Your Highness, are these your work?" Melissa finally turned to Prince Xavier who was following her closely. "Yes, I've been painting since I was young. These are some paintings which I kept. Do you like them?" Prince Xavier said while smiling down at her. "Like them? I love them!" Melissa said excitedly at the Prince. She just couldn't help it. Whenever she talked about paintings, she became super excited, almost childlike behaviour. "I want you to see them so you can choose whichever one you like." Prince Xavier said.

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

“It's a good day to start our game and what a surprise that Prince Kohen would be joining us today. Your highnesses, there will be a total of five rounds in this game. The one who will win the most wins the annual royal game!” Everybody clapped while I was busy sketching Kraven, making sure the details were precise. Prince Kraven is wearing blue, Kohen is wearing black, Prince Xyrus is wearing red, Princess Ofelia wears orange, Princess Toreen wears pink. The leader had to take the role of sketching Kohen because of his sudden appearance.

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break. His fangs slipped down, scraping the inside of his lip. Hunger flared hot in his veins, sharp enough to taste. But the ache in him was not simply for blood. It was for the moment of undoing—for the exquisite instant when the prince's control would snap and all that hidden fire would come pouring out. What would you be like beneath the silk and ceremony, little prince? His imagination painted delicious alternatives: Prince Caelum not in state robes but stripped of pretense entirely. That commanding voice reduced to something honest and raw. All that noble restraint melting under careful, deliberate pressure.

Being the princess of a wealthy kingdom she had seen many Princes and kings but something as beautiful as their face could literally lite a girl's heart on fire. The white-haired smiled at her. He had a lean body, but the muscles were quite not so ignorant. He had a perfect jawline and dark blue eyes, which were deeper than the endless sea itself. He was wearing his black shirt up to his third button as the other two were open, which helped his masculine cleavage to peak as he moved.

Queen Lourine Chatrine whispered, then kissed her son's head and walked out of the room. ***** While waiting for the night, Prince Xander Reenan painted in the corner of Princess Alleta Wolfrentie's room. He painted the beautiful face of his lover in a long sleep. A shady face that radiates love. Prince Xander closed his eyes, imagining the beautiful eyes of the princess, who always gave a gentle gaze full of love. Painting longing in tears to the soul of a lover, who suddenly deserted after being together for so long. "If tonight there is still a full moon in the sky, I believe that miracles exist. Do you know, honey? I'm sad because I lost your smile. I cried because I was worried about yo

They smiled and tilted their head to the side. One prince gave me a warm smile that comforted me from all the stares. He has blonde hair which was combined backward. A few strands were covering his icy blue eyes. He was pretty tall. Then my eyes darted to one with a cold stare, but despite that, he was good looking. His hair was black and messy, his eyes are the color of midnight blue, which is currently giving me goosebumps.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

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.