Prince Head Novels & Stories

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

Princess Scarlette shushes her brothers as the doors begin to open. “Prince Maxwell, the crown prince of England!” The announcer spoke as Prince Maxwell walked down the staircase with a wave to the esteemed guest. “Prince Caspian, the prince of Wales!” Prince Caspian made his way to the people with a flashy smile as cameras started to capture his angles. “Prince Benedict, Duke of Cambridge!” Prince Benedict struts down the stairs with a serious demeanour and with his head held up high. “Ugh. Why do they always have to be so flashy,” Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again.

No signs of life at all, really. "So," I said, breaking the silence because the sound of my own heart hammering against my ribs was getting annoying. "About the Prince." Armano stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel with practiced ease. "What about him?" "Is he... I don't know. Does he have a head? Two heads? Is he prone to sacrificing virgins to the volcano gods? I feel like I should be prepared." A muscle in his jaw jumped. "Prince Cian is the King's nephew. He is... ambitious."

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

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

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?

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!

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

was actually the CEO of Sky Corporation? Prince York himself?!