Prince Forever Novels & Stories

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." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

I continued. "Ex-Prince, for your information," he corrected. His brows slightly creased. "Okay, ex-prince charming," I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes fast as that 'charming' word slipped out accidentally. I didn't mean it! He chuckled at that and shook his head. "But still, you are a prince! You were born with it, and it doesn't matter if you let go of your title eight years ago because you are still a part of the Findlaech-Crinain household."

I wrap my arms around him instinctively, holding him tightly, wishing I could somehow fix him, heal the wounds I can’t even see. But I know it’s not that simple. Burning that place down—destroying Ivorygate—might take away the fear of him being sent back, but it won’t erase the scars it left on his soul. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’m not sure I can fix him. The only thing I can do is stay by his side, for however long he’ll let me. “You’re wrong, you know,” Prince says softly, his voice carrying a weight that pulls my gaze toward him. He’s staring up at the ceiling, his expression unreadable, but there’s something in his tone that makes my chest tighten.

She didn't know how long everyone stood transfixed on a spot, but she knew that her tears suddenly dropped before she realised it. Andre couldn't take his eyes away from the couple. He saw them on the TV, he felt he'd known them somewhere but couldn't place them. Was it blood, was it his soul that recognised them when he saw them? The Prince didn't say anything but his eyes had gone reddened. He couldn't take his eyes away from his son. Twenty eight years, he was away from him. Had lived in lacks and desires, had been through difficult times and yet, he is a prince.

Like Lincoln, she touched the prince's arm, asking him to let go. Together, they removed our hands from each other. Lincoln pulled me away when our hands were separated, but before we could walk away, the prince said some last words that I couldn't take anymore. "If you go, I swear I'll hate you forever, I will regret that I was even kind to you." “The fuck!” Lincoln turned around and was about to go back to the prince. “How could you say that to her?” Little did we know that it was a small trick of the prince to take me away from everyone, including Felicity and Lincoln.

Chinyere sighed and pushed the wheelchair down the aisle. "Are you girls done?" Prince asked impatiently. He had been waiting for the past one hour for the girls to complete their shopping but they had not bought a single thing, save for the chocolate bar that Tina had gotten for herself in another store. "Almost," Tina said as she handed Solomon to Chinyere. Solomon had become a noisy baby and was babbling on the top of his voice. "That's the fourth time you've said that!" Prince crossed his arms dramatically. He had a skinny body frame and a round face. He was darker than Chinyere but they shared a similar nose structure, the only proof that they were related.

“And what I want, is all of you.” Mia watched as Carter looked around at each face. Mia, Lily, Alexander, Grayson, and even at Mia's stomach for the future face to come. They were a family. This is what love looked like. This is what a forever kind of love looked like.

They didn’t know why the princess froze the kingdom. Unfortunately, both incarnations of the princess and Phyros don’t have the princess and Phyros’s memories since they have not yet awakened. So, no one can know about the truth of that day… that fateful night of the king’s death and the eve of the princess’s birthday. Now, the incarnations can only wait until Raine celebrates his birthday and awakens the princess’s power in him together with the princess’s memories. “Raine.” Vermeil called. His voice pulled Raine from his thoughts.