Prince Hans Novels & Stories

“My Prince, I don’t remember this encounter, the unique encounter I had today was with a spoilt brat and I don’t think you are one are you? Your majesty.” The prince jaw clenched. “I am Prince Chandler, crown prince of the empire.” “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Penn said in a taunting tone as she shook hands with the prince, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through them. Vallas narrowed his eyes at the exchange between Penn and the prince, it was like they had already met each other and were opponents sizing the other up. “Oh look Penn, there is Rima, escort her to seat beside you.” Vallas ordered because Rima was certainly going to help contain any errors which Penn might make

"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'm no longer part of the Findlaech-Crinain household, Rosy." His jaw tightened, and we stared. There was a gap of silence for seconds, and that split of seconds changed something in me. Saxe Hendrix Mondragon, once the nation's prince, now shunned the fame that once embraced him. Twelve years ago, he was a vibrant working royal of Castleburgh, adored for his charm and zest for life. His love for Polo, horse riding, golf, and swimming was well-known, and his victory in an auto racing competition at the tender

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

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?

Alan asked and I knew he was trying his best to get on my bad side and I wondered what exactly transpired in the royal family that made Adrian the crown prince instead of him. "No, not at all," I said, flashing him my brightest smile. "Since you weren't able to make it to our wedding, I see it as an opportunity to get to know a family member more." "Well, I hope I didn't break off the making of the new baby. So when should we be expecting Isabella's brother?" He said and I almost choked on my food. I never expected that question, I didn't prepare for it out of all the preparations I made. "What is it? Is there a problem in the baby-making process? That is what your honeymoon should be all ab

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”