Prince Feel For You

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

In that moment, our lips were only a breath's distance apart. Antonio's eyes held an unspeakable yearning. His gaze dropped to my lips, his intentions evident. My own desire mirrored his, creating a powerful magnetism. Just as he closed the distance, I placed my free hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Antonio," I murmured, my voice trembling, "We can't..." He froze in place, his warm breath caressing my lips. His eyes held my reflection in them, fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my words. I saw a flicker of pain, quickly masked by a stoic calm. He nodded slightly. "I understand," he replied, quietly. His voice was steady, betraying none of the emotions I knew must have been roiling beneath his suave facade. "You aren't going to ask me why?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. Antonio smiled, a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not," he said slowly, "because I understand that you have a valid reason for your actions." "Antonio," I swallowed hard, my voice unsteady, "I...I am getting married tomorrow, to Alpha Boris." His eyes widened slightly, the shock of my revelation clear. "You are the future Luna…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wilhelmina Growler is a force to be reckoned with, a fierce and dominant female werewolf. Her unyielding determination to become the alpha of her pack, the Gravemaw Hounds. However, her aspirations are cut short when shortly after becoming the Beta, Alpha Boris Gravemaw demotes her and forces her as his Luna. The night of the highly anticipated Moon Goddess' Ball, Wilhelmina's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Antonio Lothian, the Lycan Prince, is her destined mate.

Alpha Prince Leopold Garibaldi hates his life. He hates being a prince, being a werewolf and most recently, being the Alpha. He wasn’t expecting the title or the responsibilities. Or the designated mate that comes with the title. So, what can he do except running away? By leaving werewolf territory, he’ll finally get to live freely and find himself a human mate to love and to hold. Someone not forced upon him. That’s what he wants the most, just a cute girl who loves him for him. Enter Jolene Duvarak. She doesn’t love him. She’s rude, snappy and she thinks he’s a homeless man. And yet, his wolf thinks she’s the one. Until money gets in the way. Jolene Duvarak hates EVERYTHING, but she hates werewolves the most. And being poor. So… when she realizes she’s housing a werewolf prince in her house who is worth 3 million dollars, she’s going to choose money over love, no questions asked.

He was born from shadows. She was born to destroy them. When Elara, a witch with forbidden blood, is dragged into the cursed kingdom of Prince Kael, she becomes the only one who can break his centuries-old curse. But every spell she casts binds her closer to him—body, soul, and heart. He’s dangerous, seductive, and cursed to crave what he cannot have—her light. She swore to free him, not fall for him. But the deeper she ventures into his darkness, the more she realizes... maybe she was never meant to save him. Maybe she was meant to join him.

Hirap sa buhay si Yngrid Dela Fuente naiwang mag-isa at siya na lamang ang bumubuhay sa sarili niya. Ganunpaman, nagsumikap siyang maghanap ng trabaho at hindi niya aakalaing matatagpuan niya ang sarili niyang maging personal maid ng isang kinatatakutang tao ng lahat, si Devron Montecillo, isang Mafia Boss. Ngayong isa siya naging personal maid ng taong ito, ano ang mangyayari sa buhay ni Yngrid? Magiging tahimik ba ito o magiging magulo dahil sa taong kasama niya?

***His hatred wraps her blood, her body, and her soul since their first meeting. She has never imagined someone like him exist, and worse still, could enter into her life with vengeance*** As a perfect markswoman and an excellent huntress, Danica never hesitated to hunt down a killer. In the city where humans and supernatural beings coexisted, she made a living by searching for monsters and taking their heads for trifling bounties. Gambled with death, lived in a shoe box, and without a boyfriend, no girl in her right mind would envy Danica’s life. The worse was yet to come when she killed a cruel and twisted vampire. There was something about the dead vampire that made her anxious. Soon, the vampire prince—who no human knew what he looked like—went missing, to the world’s surprise. And everything was connected.

Even in the modern time, she was given for marriage without her consent. Her father being so selfishness, also dragged his family along into his messy shit. As always, a marriage where a lady is been forced to, must have no love at all. Irrespective of the fact she was married to one of the richest man, she wasn't happy and their marriage lacked alot. In the quest to either grow their marriage or get a divorce after the contract was about coming to an end, the couple, fell in the uncast spells of one another.

Isang prinsipe ang pinalaki na pinagkaitan ng maraming karapatan, itinago sa mata ng karamihan at itinakwil ng sariling mga magulang. Sa kaniyang pagtungtong sa ikalabing walong taon sya'y pinalayas sa palasyong kanyang naging kulungan dahil sa isang pangyayaring hindi nya sinasadya.

Baginya, kebebasan adalah segalanya. Ia tidak ingin terjerat dalam rumitnya skandal kerajaan yang menjemukan. Jika bisa, dirinya ingin bernegosiasi dengan Tuhan agar tak terlahir di keluarga kerajaan sebagai seorang pangeran. Ia ingin terbang bebas laksana burung-burung di angkasa dengan riang. Tanpa beban. Dan tanpa kerumitan hidup yang melelahkan. Namun sayangnya, takdirnya telah ditetapkan. Dirinya adalah Arion Nap. Seorang putra mahkota dari White Kingdom. Sebuah kerajaan yang menguasai belahan bumi utara. Dimana kehidupannya akan terus diselubungi oleh kutukan tentang keserakahan manusia, perebutan tahta, dan hal-hal menjemukan lainnya.Sang putra mahkota bahkan harus dihadapkan pada pemberontakan rakyatnya. Sebuah gerakan yang ingin menumbangkan sistem monarki yang dianggap menindas rakyat.Apa yang akan dilakukan oleh Pangeran Arion ketika mengetahui bahwa gerakan itu dipimpin oleh gadis yang telah menguasai hati dan pikirannya? Akankah ia mengorbankan perasaannya untuk mempertahankan kekuasaannya? Ataukah sebaliknya?Simak kisahnya hanya di Goodnovel. @copyright2021 by Richa Susilo

"Your highness, this is my daughter, and I offer you my loyalty." At a fancy party, I hid in a corner and watched my father, an alpha, bend over to speak to the prince on the throne, while my sister, Bernice, wore a tight, glamorous dress, sit at the prince's feet and show him a charming and smug smile. It was a reception for the Prince and for my sister to be his mate. "My girl, I got you." My cousin's disgusting voice sounded. A chill ran down my back. "You can't get it off," he said, reaching for me again. No... At the same time, there was a low cry from the banquet center. Bernice looked pale, and the prince frowned at the crowd before him. He had a Lycan oppressive aura that made everyone afraid to breathe. "Not her," said the prince, refusing even to look at Bernice. How did this happen? Isn't the Prince's mate Bernice? I hid in the corner. I wasn't in the mood to see what was going on at the party. I just wanted to get rid of the jerk in front of me. But why did the Prince look at me hiding in the corner? Oh, Moon goddess, I can't read his eyes.