Prince Hat Novels & Stories

After 15 minutes they were outside of some very huge Salon’s building. There was a board on it written “Carl’s fashion and new looks. If this is your passion then you are at the correct place for the reason” he read it aloud. “Whoa your accent is so good? '' she said. “I am a royal and we have special education for princes' ' he said calmly. “Let’s go,'' she said, they walked inside the building. It was beautiful and it had portraits of models on the walls. “There is one thing I hate about this new era and that’s inappropriate dressing” he said, while she rolled her eyes.

"LUCRECIA PETERS AND PRINCE FELIX AVOID THE CAMERAS SO BLATANTLY, WHAT MIGHT THEY BE HIDING?" "IS PRINCE FELIX ALEXANDER GEORGE HARRISON A CON ARTIST, LIKE IT IS RUMORED?" "THE ROYAL FAMILY HAS BEEN MENTIONED IN THE SAME BREATH AS A CON ARTIST, WHAT IS THE RELATION?" "LUCRECIA PETERS CONS 12 WEALTHY MEN IN AMERICA" After reading these headlines, he seems angry with himself while the other people in the room are just quiet while watching him. "I should have known, I should have frigging known, where else would she hide out? I thought she had successfully mastered the art of vanishing, alas i was wrong, she had gone to stay with her prince lover, ou, I should have known!

The guards opened the main prison gate to let Prince Aldridge in. Prince Aldridge thanked them and stepped in after nodding his head at the warnings they gave him, which were specifically to NOT interact too much with the prisoners for his own safety. Prince Aldridge walked through the path that divided the jail cells from left and right. The prison smelled of rotting flesh and faeces leading him to cover his nose with his floral-scented handkerchief, masking the smell that made him feel repulsed; he was also incidentally covering his face so that the prisoners could not see him – adhering to the warnings the guards gave.

I knew his species don’t age and they all look like they’re in their 20’s but I’m still always in awe anytime I’m near him. Prince Dante wasn’t on his “full three piece suit attire” mode today. His look was a little bit laid back and it was a refreshing sight because it made him look a little less stuffy. His slender, yet fit build was decorated in a white shirt so crisp that I swore I could see my reflection in it if I peered in a little closer. The first two buttons of the shirt were undone, giving the world a good view of his pale chest. The dark slacks held the shirt together, tightened by an equally dark belt and dark, polished shoes. His hair was the same as usual- slicked back and st

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

There's always this aura about him that makes him look intimidating, and the way his eyes shoot such a piercing look doesn't help. "Oh boy, isn't he quite a sight?" Kyla says in awe beside me. I can't help but agree. Prince looks dashing in his smart casual outfit today. I wonder how a simple pair of jeans and black short sleeves shirt -- with a few buttons at the top unbuttoned as bonus points, showing the skin under his neck and upper chest, just enough to make girls fantasize -- can make someone look so good. Well, he always does, anyway. Kyla playfully clears her throat and elbows me on the ribs. I have a sudden urge to smack her on the head.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

"Right, Prince Ace?" Ace only stared at him. "Jokes are supposed to be funny, Prince Fred." He said. "Tell me, does it look like I'm laughing?" "Ace!" All the princes said at the same time while Ace only gave them all an annoyed look and corrected them by saying, "PRINCE."