Prince Head Romane & Geschichten

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

Xander had promised to keep her close to his heart when he confessed and to visit her whenever he could as he was always busy with his affairs as the crown prince of the nation. He had mustered up his courage to tell her that he was the prince, afraid that she would leave him because of their status. His anxiety being met with gentle chuckles as Diane embraced him, telling him that she already knew since the day she saw his silver hair. Xander, relieved from his troubled thoughts then felt a little silly. Of course she would have known... Silver hair was the symbol of royalty in the Kingdom of Enoch. Nonetheless, he wanted to be the one to tell her himself. And he did.

I said as I sat down opposite her. “You're Arab, aren't you? My father said the man who hired him was from the same country as him. He just hadn't told me he was the son of a sheikh. You're also rich, from what I can see. Your house is magnificent.” she talked as she chewed. It looked hungry. “I am the son of a sheikh who rules my country. My brother is the king.” "Wow! So you are the prince?” “Let's say so” I confirmed feeling awkward when she referred to me that way. I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry.

My breath hitched in my throat and that moment, only one thing echoed in my head. "My prince charming"

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.

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

"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.

His breathing was so loud that it filled my ears, it was as if he was dragging air in and forcing it out with so much strength. Reluctantly, I shook off the fear which had taken over my body and walked closer to him, covering up the space between us but remained at a reasonable distance from him. "Pardon my manners," he said clearing his throat, "I'm Prince Richard, first son of King Harold and brother to Prince Charles the soon to be King of the werewolves." He bragged with great pride in who he was and I gulped. "I am an Alpha." He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself.

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?