Prince Forever Novels & Stories

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”

Woman no go kill you o… Me: Bros, gbege dey o… Prince: Wetin happen? Me: Na Zee o… Prince: Wetin do am? Me: She say she get belle… Prince: Ukandu!!! Me: Bros, na die I dey so o… Prince: Oga, calm down… When she suppose see her period? Me: She say 2days ago… Prince: You straff am anytime without CD? Me: No na… Prince: You sure?

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

she said softly. “Princess, Before anything else can happen you have to know one thing.” He said his voice was deeper than normal. It was laced with a hidden desire. It was everything she wanted. “What is that?” she asked. “If this moves further than this, it is forever.” he said. “What?” she asked.

>> Theodore Brown. I pretended I didn’t know that gorgeous man, but in reality, I have had the best interaction with him. Theodore Brown, had been a heartthrob since, his very first appearance in the company. It was then I got to know, he will take over the firm soon, as he is Mr. Brown’s heir. Though, a little part of me blushed at the idea of a hot man being my boss, I felt like I was almost like living in a fictional world. Even at first, when I just had a few glances at him, he was jaw droppingly handsome.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

In a split second, they pulled me away from Sy, over to the grand lead Unseelie, now towering just ahead of me. "How dare you, Jarrah?" I'd never heard Sy's voice so dark, so icy. "You are out of line." "Ah, my prince," and Jarrah's voice dripped with acid, faux regret. "I am here to look after you, for your own wellbeing, on your father's orders. Our king is most displeased with the turn your little mortal escapade has taken." My head was swimming. Prince? Father? King? Was Sy…? "I am not in Faerie," said Sy sternly. "I am free to live my mortal life as I see fit. Now, release her."

Beside her, standing like a storm contained in human skin, was the so-called missing prince. You’d expect a man like him to look similar to the Queen or the King. Same silver hair, perhaps. A glimmer of nobility. But no. He looked… wrong. Hair black as ink. Eyes so pale they looked almost silver. And a scar over his left brow that pulsed faintly with purple mana veins. “I thought the Queen had only two children,” I whispered under my breath. Alaric’s jaw clenched. “She does. Or… she did. The youngest prince vanished ten years ago. Rift attack. Everyone assumed he died.”

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?