Prince Hat の小説・ストーリー

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

This Prince was quite confident in his identity, which was admirable. His face was beautiful too, all high cheekbones and strong jawline, eyes the pale green of a lily pad. He had his hair swept into a half-hearted quiff, curling around his milky pale face in an admittedly attractive way. There was no smile on those full lips, simply set in a straight line. At least now she knew for sure that the rumours about Prince being intimidating and scary had not been exaggerated.

Even I would not do what he did for me. “ The jacket will hide your scent with mine I hope.” The prince said as I nod my head. He stepped back to stare at me then walked to the bed to pick up a black knitted hat which reminded me of my towel. My hand went to my head, finding the towel long gone. I pulled my hair as wet as it was. I rolled the tail and tried tying it back. When I was done, he handed me the hat which I put over my head. I was ready to go and find my way home. I was ready to fight my way through and I knew I would win. I knew I would get home. There was nothing that would stand in my way.

The other men would dress in simple, white formal attire, adequate if not impressive. The prince spent a few minutes tending to his hair, combing it out into an obsidian black waterfall down his back, then putting it into a simple braid that ran from the back of his head to just above his waist. Satisfied, Hayward rang the little bell on the nightstand. As promised, an elven attendant appeared moments later. "We are ready," the prince said simply.

I raised my face up and held my shoulder high as sophisticated as the princess that I am, and I suddenly felt the whole crowd cheering, I knew it was for me, so I placed a gentle smile on my face, even tho the whole smile was just a facade. The cheers continued and I soon spotted the crown prince, he was also walking in through the other entrance door, he was dressed in a piece of two wine magnificent prince attire, and a peach regal that kept trailing behind him as he walked in graciously. Permit me to say that I almost lost my tongue and my sense of breathing when I saw him. He was looking dazzling hot and I felt something squams in my stomach. I didn't want to mistake that as anything ple

he sighed and said "okay" I'm on cloud nine we went inside that tattoo artist asked "for whom mam tatto" I showed prince he asked "what kind of tatto" I said "my name viranica" he said "nice name mam your name also beautiful like you" prince gritted his teeth and asked "are you tatto artist or flirting artist" that tatto artist face became pale I'm controlling my laugh he said "your boyfriend is quite possessive mam" I smiled prince asked "who said I'm her boyfriend" that tatto artist sighed and said "not only possessive he have quite sense of humor too"

"Let me guess. You want to continue working at the coffee shop?" The Prince asked. "Y-yes, Your Highness. If you could be so kind to--" "Sorry, we are not hiring," the new owner cut me off. "Please. I swear I make the best coffee in this area and you don't even have to pay me much." The Prince replied rudely. "All we can pay you right now is a penny. We are trying to restore the economy by generating profits from small businesses. We can't let the employees suck up all the revenue we generate."

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?