Novel & Cerita Prince From Shrek

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.

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

With his new skinhead cut, he was handsome. She attempted to mimic Dax's head bow and palm on her chest but stopped when she caught Dreksil giggling. She took a deep breath, looked ashamed, and glanced quietly in his direction. She grabbed his hand when the King got up and started walking towards them. He looked at the prince and said," Prince Dreksil, I was not expecting to see you here. Which I did not expect when you last came here before me demanding your freedom from my daughter," he eyed the prince and added. "Come have lunch with me...,"

|| Claire|| Oh darn it! It is him. The same guy who was introduced as the Prince but a little older. Hahaha! This must be the joke of the year. I cracked up, laughing into his face as if finding out who he was, was a prank. He smirked at me watching me in amusement. I wanted to run. A huge part of me wanted to break into a furious gallop like a horse. “You are the prince!” I stated not expecting any reply. I gripped my stomach laughing hard.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I raised one of my eyebrows. “Prince Mit—” “He gave you a phone?” Shelly interrupted the mermaid. “Good for you two.” The princess beamed at Shelly's comment. I was missing something. Who was this ‘he’? And why had I not met him? Shelly sauntered past me out of the room. “Prince? A word.”

“It told me of your fears, your hopes. You leave a piece of yourself in the portal each time you enter. And the portal remembers, Cernunnos.” She smirked at him as she settled herself on the floor near him. “But you know all about that, don’t you Prince of Summer? One of the oldest and purest bloodline of Sidhe. The Idle Prince, so world-weary that not even your duties amuse you anymore.” Beckett sucked in a breath, eyes narrowed. “Also the only Prince who Sparked for someone that was already spoken for. I wonder, do you get a second shot at love? Will there ever be another Spark for you?”

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

he mused. “I was thinking same and almost asked that,” Derrick chuckled a little. They then awaited my answer. I inhaled and answered. “I’m a Prince.” They froze. “What?” all three asked. “I’m- I’m a Prince.” “Wait,” Derrick muttered. “A real Prince or.” “A real prince.” “You’re kidding right?” they mused altogether. “I’m not. Check my full name online. Asahd Usaïd.” They were silent and seemed shocked. Then, we watched Alex hurriedly take his phone out and type my name in a search engine. Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped.

But it was not the King Regent who captured my attention. It was him. Prince George. The pictures in the media, the painted portraits, the royal articles… none of them had prepared me for the sight of him in person. He stood tall, dressed in royal navy and gold, his presence powerful yet calm. His hair was the color of midnight, his jawline sharp, and his eyes oh, those eyes held a secret, a storm, and a strange gentleness all at once. The sun caught the edge of his smile, and I knew right then that the media had done him no justice.