Prince Hans Brothers Novels & Stories

The prince, on the other hand, held his chest as if he just heard some painful words because he slowly uttered, “…stranger…” I blinked and tried to keep my face straight. ‘The respected prince turned out to be so comical…’ I thought as I kept myself from laughing. ‘He’s funny. Just because Lewis called him a stranger while he referred to Alphonse as his brother-in-law.’ ‘…’ ‘…Lewis called Alphonse… his brother-in-law?’ My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. After a couple of seconds, the prince loudly sighed and put on a defeated look as he stood up and dusted his clothes.

the first princess whines in a high-pitched note. “Silence, Camille,” the second princess intervenes. “Lord Brother, please be more lenient to her as she is but a child.” The 18-year-old prince is as just and righteous as his brother says. He looks up to Julien. They have the same features. Too similar that sometimes, when Prince Louis imitates his brother’s hairstyle, they are mistaken to be the other prince. “Louis, please,” Prince Julien pats his shoulder, “Royals who do not know the true value of their subjects are not worthy of their title.”

Prince Ares has a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey you two, no teasing!" I say knowingly at them "Fine!" Ares resigns, lifting his hand in surrender. “But to answer your question Hermione I have only one brother; Prince Helios.” No… no Prince Helios? … He can't be... can he? I stand to my feet shakily; the whole place is spinning slowly "Hermione are you okay?" I hear faintly, black dots covering my vision...

He turned to her. He nodded gently and bit her lower lip. "I'll leave you two now, I have to get back to the hall now" "Uncle Silas" Zayn called as he made to leave. "Little Prince" "Oh God!, I hate that name" "Well, I love it" "You never saw us, remember that" "You're doing bad things again Zayn, I never saw you" He replied and walked away. Silas was the king's brother who couldn't get to the throne because he was the second child and so have no option but be loyal to the royal highness, his brother.

But she uttered no objection. “You heal quickly, Miss.” He lifted a questioning brow. She averted her attention to the meat she chewed. “My Prince.” It was the second eldest of the Water Princes who entered the watery lair of his older brother. Looking anxious. “Yes, Prince.” The eldest said. “She didn’t come home.” The older brother leaned forward. His eyes flashing with lightning streaks while his dark hair waved in the water. “Get the others and come back to me immediately.” The younger one nodded quickly.

The people rejoiced, knowing that their future was secure with three heirs to the throne. As the triplets grew older, they were showered with love and attention. The kingdom watched with fascination as they developed their unique personalities. Prince Alexander, the eldest, showed great wisdom and leadership qualities, taking his role as the future king seriously. Prince Henry, with his boundless energy and curiosity, kept everyone on their toes, often embarking on grand adventures around the kingdom. Princess Amelia, the youngest and the apple of everyone's eye, possessed a gentle spirit and a kind heart, bringing warmth and joy to all those she encountered.

“My brothers.” “Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.” “I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled. “There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.” “And the most cruel?” “The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”

"You said that they have known me ever since. Then, is it also why the emperor allowed me to be an official candidate for the princes?" Hendrick nodded his head. Oh my goodness. So that is the reason behind all those actions of the emperor. I feel like my mind is blowing from all this information. I want to jump and shout because of embarrassment. All this time, the emperor I am talking about, and backstabbing is Hendrick's father, and the crown prince I hate most is his brother?! The one that I called crazy is his sister?! What kind of family did he get? My goodness. "Are they mad at me?" I asked him.

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.”

Turning to Prince Kinnison with quiet urgency, he rasped in a whisper that was like gravel under heavy boots, "Kinnison, where is your brother Antonio?" Kinnison straightened up, his broad shoulders squaring as he met his father's gaze. Antonio, the middle child of the royal family and an enigma of his own right, was noticeably absent. The prince, known for his carefree spirit and whimsical charm, had a tendency to follow his own path, often to the dismay of his meticulously orderly father. "Father," Kinnison responded, his voice a firm blend of respect and determination, "I am not certain. Antonio has always danced to his own tune."