Prince Kyle 소설 & 이야기

“Oh, I understand better than anyone. I am more qualified to rule than Lucien, than any of you. The throne should be passed to someone who's more qualified, not a nobody who is in seat just because of his bloodline.” “You could've made your opinion known without plotting the downfall of others.” I reply him. “I'm destined for greatness!” Kyle declares out loud “Well too bad that greatness will end up locked in the dungeons.” Kyle glances at me, unbothered. “Oh I can be killed, I don't mind. My legacy will tell my story, everything is not over.” ‎ ‎The silence that follows feels sharp and dangerous. I know that Kyle is withholding something, this can't be the end. There's something brewing un

"Is there a problem here?" Kyle.

Viewing Antonette as nothing more than Diana’s friend, Kyle nodded in agreement. Kyle was like an idol at their college. Not only was he a genius, but he also had a gorgeous face and a unique personality. Besides, it was said that Kyle was born into a rich and powerful family. But he never boasted about that. All these things made him the college’s resident “Prince Charming.” On the way to the library, Antonette could feel that girls passing by were jealous of her. She knew that they all envied her. She had never experienced this kind of feeling.

Just as his hand slips inside her pants, a click clack noise is made on the shiny floor by expensive shoes. It was a calm walk, but it extruded dominance. It was full of aura and confidence, the slow but heavy clacks were screaming of presence. Most of all, it radiated one thing. Power. Mateo Hernández. The Mafia Prince.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

the king asked, pointing to a small bruise on Kyle's neck. “This?” the prince chuckled nervously. “I…I was playing golf with the company owner, and I received a shot,” Sander furrowed a brow and spotted his private secretary blushing behind the prince, his head lowered and his legs shaking. “I see,” he mumbled. “You can go.” Kyle and Jeremy entered the castle, leaving Erik confused. Sander stared at him sadly and sighed. “My friend, maybe you can push my chair and have a walk in the garden?”

Alessa protested. “Leave. You can’t be here. Frank is going to come—“ “Let him. I’d like to see him.” “Are you out of your mind!” Kyle yelled but fear glistened in his eyes. “Yes, I am. Maybe it has something to do with getting kicked repeatedly in the head?” Alessa quibed. “Plus I am not meeting him as Alessa the poor little girl. I am meeting him as Alice Kelly. A successful CEO who his company just lost a bid against.” Alessa raised her nose in pride.

He is Prince Declan. . .

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

“Didn’t think we’d see your ass tonight.” Kyle slid off the bike, Jessie climbing down behind him. The guys glanced her way but said nothing. They knew who she was. Who she really was. The Salvador princess. Untouchable. Until Kyle touched her. He took a drag from the cigarette behind his ear and blew the smoke into the air. “We’ve got work to do,” he said. “What kind of work?” asked Rafe, his buzzed head catching firelight. Kyle’s gaze cut through the smoke. “We’re teaching some rich pricks a lesson.”