Prince Hat Novels & Stories

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?

It must be a very important case for her to do so now. “You must be wondering why I called you here. The crown prince just made a reservation for dinner tonight. He canceled the reservation he made for this morning and just shifted it to this night. I want everything to be perfectly clean. I do not want to lose my job for any of your mistakes.” She warned harshly before she dismissed everyone. Everyone started whispering and talking to each other trying to figure out the reason the prince would leave exquisite dishes and come eat in a restaurant. “Claire, you're on cooking duty and you'll help them in serving too. Everyone start preparing to cook and don't forget, he hates mashed potatoes, e

He thundered and Princess Lahore paused, scoffing silently, Prince Henkel scoffed, ruffling his dyed green hair. "What's wrong with the dress Father?" He asked, glancing at his sister who secretly thanked him for supporting her - Prince Henkel is the first prince, first child of Luna Luciana. Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming?

He's back on his current position on the bed, leaning his half body on the head board. He heard the prince sighed. His once impassive face gone. A civil face, looked at him. Silence wrapped them. He saw how the prince shook its head from time to time while looking at him. "Are your neck on a stiff?" He asked in none sense, just to cut the awkward atmosphere between them. "What!" The prince frowned. Alright it is official. This prince has a split personality. He had so many facial expressions. "Your shaking your head. I thought you got a stiff neck" he uttered shruggly. The prince looked towards him like, seriously!

All eyes, and i mean all eyes turned to look at her and by God, that hoody dress is fabulous. The dark shade of red did complement Princi's skin and the dress falls down her lap stopping at her ankle. The dress is tight on the upper side with wide hoody sleeves that tighten up at her wrist and of course the hood hangs behind Princi , making her look like a medieval period queen. The tick red fabric flares down her hips, making a magnificent wave all the way down her ankle. Princi wore a dark red, front open heels and a cute little anklet that peaks out of the dress when she walks.

But I was curious so I turned around just to see who that prince that they adore and needed to reserve almost all the seats in the classroom just for him? There was a guy standing in the doorway holding his black jacket that was hanging on his right shoulder while the other hand was in the pocket of his pants. He has black hair and eyes. Okay, all I can say is, he has the looks. The seriousness of his face came out him being arrogant so maybe that’s his title, the Badboy Prince.

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?

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I hardly cussed, but it always happened whenever I lost my cool. "Stop trying to stop me or else…" "Else what, whore?" Jade gibed, shoving me slightly. "As if Alan isn't enough for you, you jumped to the prince. Do you think he can make you a princess?" "You'll always remain the frog you are." She added, giggling. I didn't understand why they were referring to Asher as a prince. Perhaps, they forgot to add a jerk to it because that was who he was, and how I saw him too.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.