Prince Hat Novels & Stories

he mused. “I was thinking same and almost asked that,” Derrick chuckled a little. They then awaited my answer. I inhaled and answered. “I’m a Prince.” They froze. “What?” all three asked. “I’m- I’m a Prince.” “Wait,” Derrick muttered. “A real Prince or.” “A real prince.” “You’re kidding right?” they mused altogether. “I’m not. Check my full name online. Asahd Usaïd.” They were silent and seemed shocked. Then, we watched Alex hurriedly take his phone out and type my name in a search engine. Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped.

Dina and Chris were set to go for their dinner at Mrs. Wright’s house, after they bid the other children in the orphanage goodbye they left. Dina was wearing an orange gown that was up to her knee, with a silver necklace that had a butterfly at the center and a pair of a silver slip-on. She let her hair fall to the sides of her face and attached little black hairpins to hold it down, and on her lips, she applied pink lip-gloss to make it moist and beautiful. While Chris was wearing a shirt and a pair of brown trousers.

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

Steep white stilettos. My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago. Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting. And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life. Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.

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.

Still, he kept tormenting him. All of this had just been for his attention, just to be a friend, but the Prince— All the Royals, just had sticks up their ass. They cared for no one unless you were important and because he wasn't, he had been tossed away like he was not a person. So why should he care if they were falling off their high chairs? He was going to watch them fall and break their necks and laugh. At least, that had been the plan. "Skye!"

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

More faces I don’t recognize. All creating the perfect opportunity. “Why are you smiling?” Teagan narrows her eyes at me. "Just remembered something," I say, standing up. "Gotta-" "There’s my favourite Ricci" A voice cuts in smoothly beside me with a slight English accent With the scent of cedar and something faintly citrus—expensive, understated- hits me first before I see a cream Henley, a dark brown leather jacket with slim dark denim. Aurora lights up at him. "Santiago,"

His hair is medium length with a silky straight texture. Prince Kanji always wears his hair in front of his face; He played many sports, so he is muscular. "You have such a pretty face its too bad if those rumors are true about you," Kanji said, glazing her. "You can't believe everything you hear," Novella Replied. "I don't think this just hearsay, why else would three hundred princes leave your event, "Kanji spat back. "Why don't you go and ask them," Novella said, rolling her eyes.