Prince Mateen Novels & Stories

His mother? "His Majesty is fine," another voice said and bent to his level. Uthman was still feeling groggy but he opened his eyes. The voice was not very familiar, but Uthman knew that he had heard it before, he could not just figure out where. "You have been walking around my father's country and asking questions, and you are planning something big. Did you really think it would be that easy?" The voice asked and Uthman got it instantly, it was Prince Ishmael, Sheikh Muhammad's first son and the heir to the throne, of course he was angry.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

“Hakeem…is father's cousin, distant cousin.” Sunitra scowled, “I'm not in the mood for jokes, Nadia.” “It's not. I'm telling the truth, maybe not his cousin per se. But hear me out. Father’s aunt got married to the King of Muhindr, the King had a son, Hakeem Malik, the Prince of Muhindr.” Sunitra’s face paled, “Prince Malik? He is Prince Malik?” Nadia nodded, “Yes! The rake that father told us about. It's him, your beloved Hakeem.”

tall, effortlessly confident, and unmistakably royal. Prince Zayd Al-Fahad. Rayne smirked, adjusting his cufflinks. "Am I?" His tone was smooth, unreadable. Zayd extended his hand, his dark eyes filled with something between curiosity and challenge. "Prince Zayd Al-Fahad. And you are?" Rayne accepted the handshake, his grip firm. "Rayne St. Trinity." The moment stretched between them, a silent battle of dominance. Zayd’s lips twitched. "Ah. That Rayne St. Trinity. I’ve heard about you."

He is Prince Declan. . .

I blushed, thinking about the bulge in his pants I had seen earlier while he was busy pleasuring me. “Nasrin?” The man of my dirty daydream knocked on the door, his eyebrow raised as he looked at me. “Yes?” I said, my voice high-pitched. “We are getting engaged today.” *** “This is my younger brother, Khalid,” Zain formally introduced me to his younger brother, Prince of Azmia, who smiled at me with a small bow. We were greeting and introducing each other to our families. My younger and older brother stayed in Maahnoor, taking care of the duties while my father and eldest brother, Sadiq Elbaz, Sultan of Maahnoor, were in Azmia.

Prince has all that martial student. Those who were silent because they had not seen the lost Prince are now happy. Ladies and gentlemen this is the youngest chap in the competition, he is 19 years of age and the newest multi-billionaire in the land of the Indo continent. He’s been discovered by all the banks n the Indo continent.

Three times the referee has reviewed it and found nothing. Because there's nothing to find. Whatever he's doing is surgical enough to be invisible on camera and felt only by the person on the receiving end. Their quarterback is rattled. He won't look at number four between plays. "Who are they?" I ask. Directed at no one in particular. And It's Marcus who answers. "Number Eleven is Noè Laurent," he says. "His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Ellie glaring back at the women. "Nice to see you again, Alex," Natalie said breaking the awkward silence. She stood up and hugged me. I had met her a few days back. She had recently joined The New Elite pack after she found her mate who was the Beta of The New Elite Pack. She was a very tall model like dark haired girl. Her hair was straightened and she wore a black bohemian style chiffon dress with golden sandals.