Prince Kyle Novels & Stories

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

in one swift motion the glass was now in my hand. "Hey! I have rights princess. I'm a pure blood prince!" "Eleven year old pure blood prince. Do you want your parents or your eldest brother catching you with a glass of martini cocktail?" "They won't catch me and maybe they will allow me to drink it." "You know they won't. There are so many other drinks without alcohol, Timothy." "They don't taste as good as this one," he whined and stomped away from us. "I deal with that on a daily basis." Kyle coolly responded.

Send him in," she ordered while adjusting the Hem of her dress. A few seconds later Kyle stepped into her chamber. He was a six feet tall light-skinned man, averagely built with eyes like that of Hector. His dark brown hair reaching the top of his butt was not like that of Hector but he had the physique of a God. "The Lord sent me to you," Kyle said seconds after his arrival, his eyes scrutinizing her. "This was the human girl who made Hector uncomfortable, she was indeed beautiful." "Why do you seek audience with me?" she asked her eyes going towards the parcel in his hands. "The Lord requests your presence tonight at the hunger games ceremony and he expects you to wear what's in the parcel

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I said, brushing past the chaos. “Well, it’s been hard keeping the ladies off me,” Kyle said with a shrug. He’d become a well-known figure around the kingdom, not just for his campaigns rebuilding the slums, but that scar on his face had turned into a bit of a signature look. A scarred playboy. I was mildly shocked no one had gotten pregnant yet. “I’ve heard all about you, womanizer,” Nelson said, rolling her eyes. “Hey, a lone wolf is a lone wolf,” Kyle replied with a smirk.

said Ron taking a grateful swig of his coffee. " Why ?" curious about Kyle's familiar Chelsea asked him . " Blimey , didn't you see how Malcolm looked? he got Kyle I'm sure of it . Kyle's a poison master " he added seeing Chelsea's look of bewilderment . " Poison?" " I know what you're thinking of, poison masters aren't trustworthy , right?" said Ron now buttering up a croissant, Chelsea hesitated a bit then nodded . " Don't worry , Kyle's already taken the oath , to the crown prince " said Ron easily

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Even though it's so hard. We were still in Stephanie's car, just in front of her gate when she turned to me, call ended to say, with a wide grin, “We're going partying tonight. Frances Reyes-Knight is inviting everyone!" I had a sense of unease. “I don't think-" She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “You don't have to think, Emily. This will be perfect for you. Lots of hot boys to meet and you'll be able to forget about whoever it is you have a crush on. Trust me, your crush is definitely not better than any of the guys that'll be there.” I opened my mouth to disagree, but closed it. Maybe if she knew it was Julian Blackwell she was saying wasn't "better than any of the guys," she'd have a

I didn’t know who he was, but he made me feel like I would ravish him right here in the middle of the club. “Take time with the drink sweetheart. It seems you’restressed out and by the way, you were coughing or should I say choking on your drink.” His deep voice boomed in my ear. Hearing it had caused my body to heat up and moisture from my pussy to pool out between my legs. “My name is Kyle,” he stated while he held out his hand for me to shake. Looking at his hand, then back at him I responded. “My name is Nyla,” while taking his large hand into mine.

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.