Prince Kyle Novels & Stories

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

Katherine answered. Move on? I couldn't. My entire career was borne of Nikolas. It sounded like such a shallow thing to say but who was I kidding? I got most of my endorsement and shoots because those industries wanted to be on Nik's good side. A large portion of my social media audience were women who simped for Nik because he was young, rich, and equally good-looking. I would lose all that once it became public knowledge that Nikolas Sica had dumped me. Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out.

She quickly got down from her dad's lap and tried to hide her chocolates behind her back. “I think, my prince,” She yelled, quickly stuffing some chocolates in her mouth and running away from mom. He went inside the house before her mom could catch her from consuming her favorite chocolates. Elena Edwards is the only daughter of Chase Edwards. He is a well-known businessman, running thousands of companies throughout the city and earning more than enough to provide her with everything she wants. She has three overprotective brothers, Noah Edwards, Brandon Edwards, and Eric Edwards. Noah Edwards is a famous Football player who is like a celebrity. Brandon Edwards is a renowned businessman, run

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

Shawn raised a brow and saw that Aldridge’s face was close to his crotch and nodded, “Yes.” “But why?” Aldridge asked confused. Shawn opened his mouth to speak but then there was a knock on the door. He quickly got behind Aldridge’s chair as Aldridge said, “Come in.” The doors opened and in walked Prince Sterling smiling. He looked at Aldridge and said, “I hope you do not mind me coming so soon. I’ve decided to have my lunch and I brought enough for you and your bodyguard.” Aldridge shook his head, “Not at all, Samuel and I were in a very interesting conversation that I think you would like to hear.”

“Happy?” “A little.” “Princess.” I took a sip. It was awful. Too sweet, too strong and cheap. I made a face and Tyler laughed. “That bad?” “You all drink like your tastebuds are broken.” “Maybe yours are just soft.” “I hate talking to you.” “No, you don’t.” Before I could answer, Kyle appeared beside us with the expression of a man approaching an opportunity. “Oh, good,” he said. “You found him.” Tyler glanced over. “Who?”

However, today he was listening to a drunkard talking nonsense. "Kevin Kyle? You're Kevin Kyle?" She said with a silly smile, "I've always liked the surname Kyle, because my idol is also called Kyle." "Idol?" He raised his eyebrows and asked. "Prince Kyle the Fourth! He is my Prince Charming. Have you seen his palace? Haven't you gone to London? I've been to London to look at the palace he lived in." Speaking of her Prince Charming, she was so excited that she forgot about everything else. She began to ramble on.

Kyle replied. I took deep breaths and tried to calm my fast beating heart. "You humans jump into conclusions a lot." Kyle said, his arms folded across his chest. "That statement confirms that you are not human yourselfs. Both you and your brother of course." I said. "It's not like I denied being one." Kyle said to me. "So what are you? Be specific." I said. "I and my brother are demon princes." Kyle replied. I laughed in his face. "Demons? That is believable but you see that word 'princes' No way." I said to Kyle.

“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

"Not the outline. Not the version with gaps in it. All of it." He held my gaze. Then he nodded once. "All right," he said, and his voice was quiet and certain, and he began. --- He told me in the order it happened. The Caldrath Summit. The assassination attempt. The realm gate — unstable, unplanned, the specific chaos of a political attack that went wrong in the direction of East London at two in the morning during a December storm. A railway path. A twelve-year-old girl with grey-blue eyes and no fear whatsoever who dragged a six-foot-four Crown Alpha upstairs through a building with loose boards on the second landing and stitched his wounds on a kitchen floor.