Prince Kyle Novels & Stories

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?

Wouldn't break. Then— A voice, smooth and deadly, cut through the tension. "Bad manners, little prince." The crowd parted as the iron-masked figure finally stepped forward. Those silver eyes locked onto his, bright as lightning. Caelum recognized him. That voice, that nickname, that stare. "You know," Velis Drayke said, mouth curving into something sharp and hungry, "disobedient princes need to be taught lessons. Leave him to me, Baron. We will teach him a good lesson. Publicly.”

Queen Elizabeth was standing beside me while her husband was discussing with Brian and Rosette, and they were standing a bit far from us. Kingsley must have heard his father and tried to disengage, but Kelly was not having it as she tried to capture his mouth again. "Kelly Alexandra Pitt, For God's sake, no one wants to watch a live p*rn." She made a scoffing sound, then let Kingsley remove his mouth. "Please, if a kissing scene with my mate makes you hot, then imagine how I feel every time at your house when you and the prince are going at it like rabbits."

added the prince. Kyle came up next to the prince and without smiling, he greeted, "Good evening. It's nice to meet you, Mister Cromwell." He extended his hand to Gerald and shook it firmly, looking intensely into the old man's eyes. "Wow, that is a very firm grip you have there, Mister Wright," Gerald could not help but complain, feeling his hand being squeezed together. His brows met before adding, "You - you can let go of my hand now, Mister Wright."

They had thought of countless possibilities, but never this. Carissa put both her hands to her mouth in shock. After a moment, she lowered them and asked, "How did he end up at the Pathfinders Guild then? Did his dad send him? Is Madam Prince his mom? Why hasn't anyone come looking for him?" Kyle said, "It's a long story, but I'll make it brief. His dad, David Prince, the previous Earl of Silverstone, was obsessed with spiritual practices. When Isaac was born, David had just earned military merit and returned to inherit his title.

Rin keeps his focus on Chaze as Kyle comes jogging down the hallway. “Sorry. He just, kind of vanished. Kinda reminded me of my shadow step. Actually, it looked exactly like my shadow step.” Kyle tells me as he joined us. “Are you okay, prince?” Once again my mind was blown. Was his memory returning in fragments? “Before you ask I overheard one of the nurses screaming to get the prince. Actually, I was excited because I thought you would look like Prince the singer, but no such luck for me.” He tells me with a smirk. Fine, at least that one made sense. Regardless, this new person before me was truly remarkable and frustrating all in one.

"Fine, I... Well, thanks to you. Everything is easier now." And he was quiet. Distant, somehow. Still, she was okay with that. She never had anything to say. She watched him raise his champagne flute to his lips and tip it over then say, "I can help you find your sister, Elizabeth." She stared at him, shock etched over her face. She didn't know how he knew about her sister, but he was the Crown Prince. He must know everything. "Your Highness, I don't know what to say—"

Kyle said and he winked at her. "What did I do to get punished?" Eva asked still trying to cover sensitive parts of her body. "You called another man Prince. I should only be your Prince, your King, your everything. Forsaking all others.. we said that at the altar Eva" Kyle said referring to when Eva called Zaheer "Prince". Eva wanted to laugh because of how jealous he was. "It just a nickname I gave him " She said, reassuring him. "Kiss me and I'll believe you" Kyle said and Eva sighed in disbelief before placing a quick kiss on his lips. But he didn't let her go.

Staring at the building in front of him,Wan ke gazes it up to down observing how precious this place is for every prince of all states kingdom. Taking a deep breath in he lets it out with a loud sigh thinking about his days ahead,his life has always been different from others. He walks in through the arch in the entrance preparing his mind and heart for the new level of his life. Wale follows him in carrying his luggages. "Drop them here," Wan Ke orders stopping in his tracks in the path where everyone are gathered. The path is crowded with students who are the Prince of other states kingdom.

Kyle smiles in a sinister way as he makes his way to the west side hallway of the grand palace, where he is left alone through that dimly lighted place he prefers to have. Just then. “Stop!” In authority, JK runs after him, stopping him with his arms wide and coming in front with the face that marks and tells that it is not over between them. Catching his breath as he glares at him with doubts and anger within his eyes. Kyle smirks in silence as he hides it with a smile and replying him with the words. “What do I owe you with this urgency, Young Prince?” bowing in respect as he is in the presence of the younger brother of the land’s Crown Prince, and holding the royal title of the Empire’s 2