Prince Kyle Novels & Stories

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

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

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Seating at one of the wooden stool near the bar counter I looked at the familiar smiling face of the barista who is none other than my spy in this fucking club, named Kyle. Kyle is a vampire who works in this club at night. It's his part time job where he gets paid double. By club for working as a barista and by me for working as my spy. He provides me with information because such places are most likely to have mysterious guests with strong backgrounds and dirty hands. Many dangerous, wanted supernatural criminals visit here for not only messing around but also for buying and selling information, so it's very likely for them to have important information on each and everything.

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

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.

’ the old lady said, rolling her eyes as she took off her seatbelts. I sighed, tired of the false accusation. ‘Ma, I am sorry your daughter got jilted but like I told you a few hours ago, I don't know your daughter nor you. I am Kyle King, the CEO of the Kings company and Planet O. You might’ve heard of me.’ A flick of recognition shone in her eyes and disappeared immediately. ‘I don’t believe you. The Kyle King I know won’t use public airplanes. He’s richer and hotter and doesn’t look anything like you. You think I am crazy, right?’