Prince Forever Novels & Stories

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

he says. Tears sting my eyes, threatening to fall. I shake my head. “Don’t say that. Please. It breaks my heart to see you like this. Get better, Gilan. Please. Start living your life again. You are the prince, you are the next king. You cannot give up just because our love ended. There is so much for you to live for. And even if we are not together, I am still here. I will not go anywhere.” I say to him.

He laughed and I glared at him. “Well, the company’s boss claims to have a superpower. That he can bring dead people to life again. And he proved it yesterday, so we are celebrating!” I looked at Ryan shocked, while he seemed to be more shocked, but hid it immediately. “Oh yeah! I remember. Thanks!” “Anytime, brother!” Ryan smiled one last time before going away from him and then taking me back to where we were standing earlier. “What does that have to do with us?” I asked him, and he sighed.

Drake said and Adrian quickly went over it. There were a few pictures of Claire in the file and as he looked through everything, he handed it back to Adrian. “I'm going to be having dinner in the restaurant tonight,” Adrian said but looked up at Drake when he didn't say a word after that. “Is there a problem?” “King Trace and Princess Eliza will be arriving from the Seat of Trace to see your father and he had ordered that both you and Xander should be available for dinner tonight,” Drake informed and a frown appeared on his face as he heard that.

The prince took a quick gulp before reading the letter addressed to my grandfather. “~Father. A lot happened after I fell from grace. I’ve missed you, mother and my siblings dearly over all these years. I want to tell you so many things, but perhaps it’s better if I don’t. Yet, there’s a part of my life I’m not ashamed, but proud to share with you. My daughter, Xanthea~,” the prince looked at me. My feet crushed the forget-me-nots and even though I understood every word the prince said, I really couldn’t see past my anger.

He said to me while spreading his hand widely as a way to express just how wild the news was. “How come I have never seen you or heard from anyone that there was a prince after Belen?” I said to him, “Don’t think Belen makes me feel that much. We only have a year gap from each other.” He joked. I was slowly doubting if he even heard the news of his father’s death because he seemed so calm about it. “What’s your name?” I asked the prince. “It’s Jade, Prince Jade .” He said before forwarding his hand to me for a handshake.

I let them stand together so they could have some photos together for the press to print then Fabrico takes my hand again, leading me up the stairs where all the questions came about my pregnancy but I didn't say a word. Everything is good. I never thought I'd have a happy ending to my life while I was just a mere telemarketer until I found Fabrico. At this point, I don't know who found who because no matter what we'd been through, he never gave up on me. So I can say, I have a happy ending with the perfect family and I can say I'm living the fairytale life and rocking it well as well!! .......THE END...... What??? That's the end of The Forever Plan?? Yes, it is. I'm so grateful for those of

She silently utters the promise. “Please.” Pleading for the time that will not undo and had already ended, he held the hand of the now pale princess to whose life lies by the last tick of the clock, he cries knowing the pain and truth from hurting so much and more. “Ai.” Calling out from a whisper to the Princess who spoke his curse out from death and forever longing. He finally let the last tear falls and the promise. “I will be waiting.” Humming the none existing melody, from the words that are left with nothing, her cries reach far enough to the heart of the Prince she ever holds, and finally, send the crying howl of goodbye.

“ 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.”

Quickly grabbing my coat and keys, I rushed past her, checking my wrists for an idea of the time. At an hour and half later, my dark grey suit and neatly ironed trousers were ready for the appointment. Stretching my hair backwards with my hands, I turned the ignition steering to the main road. The Prime Coast was among the top three lounges in the City, mostly because of its serene environment as well as the view inside and out. Each floor had its own unique architectural design and interior setting. Besides, they were also well known for their wine collection. Mr. Rodriguez was not hard to miss in any crowd. From our last encounter, he indeed had a human side to him which I found pretty amu