Novel & Cerita Prince Harry Bulge

"I'm sorry milord, but I…" "I'll be damned! The prince. Oh good gracious. The Moon Goddess has answered my prayer. The heir has come at last. Everyone, hail the prince." Everyone kneels and even the smallest among the groups bow their heads. Harry at the same time was confused and Lady Maria smiled. David and Anna looked at each other in question.

Aria stated as she pointed at the vintage clock on the wall. At this moment, a knock was heard and the door swung open. A young man with red hair stepped into the room. He was tall but not taller than Alexander, he wore the uniform of a butler. "Lord Alexander sent me to tell the consort that it was time to go to the party." His voice was gentle but his red eyes weren't. A vampire. Athena met this butler when she first entered the mansion. He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong.

"Fine, I... Well, thanks to you. Everything is easier now." And he was quiet. Distant, somehow. Still, she was okay with that. She never had anything to say. She watched him raise his champagne flute to his lips and tip it over then say, "I can help you find your sister, Elizabeth." She stared at him, shock etched over her face. She didn't know how he knew about her sister, but he was the Crown Prince. He must know everything. "Your Highness, I don't know what to say—"

Everyone's gaze turns toward the grand staircase at the center of the room, and a softer melody begins to play. The room falls silent. "Presenting His Royal Majesty, Alpha King Silvan," announces a voice. The crowd begins clapping as King Silvan descends the stairs, dressed in lavish attire befitting his status, his characteristic charming smile in place as he acknowledges everyone's reverence. I think the moment is over, but then the crowd's attention remains fixed on the top of the stairs, filled with murmurs and gasps. "Presenting the Crown Prince and Princess, and the future of our Wolfdom, Artemis Sinclair and Kamila Wildheart."

She was still waiting for the big fish to take the bait. On the other side, after spending an afternoon using all means possible, Paxton had gathered all the information about Prince Harry. "Boss, here's the document. Please take a look. Prince Harry has quite a complicated background. He was diagnosed with congenital autism at a young age and has below-average intelligence. After the queen's death, he was exiled for many years and suffered greatly due to offending Queen Lina. It's already quite a feat for him to return to Ravenloth alive."

“A friend of mine told me that the Royal family is sending out warriors to try and find you and Prince Sebastian is wanting you arrested because he thinks you are going to give me all of your secrets.” “Secrets?” I asked. “But I don’t even have any, all I know about that family is my father was killed by my mother and I am a Princess, but I am not believing that anymore. If I was a Princess I think my shoes would fit a lot better, but they don’t.” I sighed.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

Dante and Violette were returning from visiting the midwife for a pregnancy check-up when he was informed by one of his men that Prince Harry was here to see him. Although Prince Harry was from the royal Lycans palace, in the world of the Alpha's, he was not regarded as anything since he was just a child and had only come of age a few years ago. “Why would he be here?” Dante narrowed his gaze towards his Luna, not sure what to feel about this. “I have no idea Alpha, but I think that it's possible the king sent him” “Is that how little I have become in the eyes of the king that he couldn't wait to send either his Beta or his Gamma and it had to be a child”

the brown-haired one among them joked again. “Prince?” I asked with a knowing smile myself. “You didn’t tell me you were a prince, Harry.” “Ignore Alex. He loves to joke around.” “So, are you going to introduce us to the beautiful lady or not?” the second man asked, and that was the first time he had spoken.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw