Prince Mateen Novels & Stories

“I’m Marlene, by the way. Nice to meet you.” “Drake,” I say. “Prince Drake, right?” she asks, emphasizing the prince. “Don’t go thinking you can have another prince, my little human. You are mine and we already discussed that I won’t share you with anyone,” the Prince tells her, then he looks at me. “I’m Prince Reyes,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”

None of them hoped to see him alive the next time they met, nor did he - Issac - have high expectations either. Prince Aldric worked alone and for good reasons. His reputation precedes him and the prince has never had any companion except for his unruly horse, Maximus. Who in their right mind would want to come close to the madman but he, Issac was about to break such a record and make Fae history. Yeah, he was so excited! Note the sarcasm.

I have so much mission on me more than dealing with this diva being threatened by me. “If he won’t come back for me, then I will make sure to come to the palace for him. I trust the alpha prince’s words, Selene.” “Trust?” she gasped and laughed after. “No one trusts that handsome barbaric man, you idiot! Her ex-wife is my friend and she recounts to me how overbearing and cruel he is! He only loves no one but his faceless mate that no one knows about!” “Mate?” I stood up and frowned at her. “Do not lie. The alpha prince doesn’t have a mate. He does not have one!”

Who's your mate and why hasn't he marked you? The man who sat in front of me asked. I raised a brow and chuckled. "My mate? He knew me when he thought I was human. Fell in love with me, but decided that wasn't good enough, until he found out I was actually quite powerful. Now he wants me and I don't know if he is who I want. His name? Prince Cersai of the North American Continent." I looked over at Kera. "She's his sister, Princess Kera." "I'm also the only real single person here... Just an FYI."

I hear the door open and hesitant footsteps stop in front of my desk. "My Prince there seems to be rumors amongst the people about a potential target for the next attack. There are also rumors about a group of vampires that are against mates and the mate bond especially to other species." Jim is one of the kingdom’s intelligence officers. I slowly look up at him studying his expression. I can tell he is nervous reporting this information to me. It is common knowledge that since my return I have been more short tempered and volatile. I can't help not knowing if my mate is safe has put me on edge.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

The sun was not hot but the heat from people surrounding the arena was slowly suffocating her. 'Come onn, wait a little longer, Marty is the last one...' She murmured as her backside ached from sitting to much. " the houngest son and the only son of the Isles of Life, The Heir of the Livens, Prince Marteen!" Tunderous claps were heard at the place as the league of princes sat down below the throne at the most elevated part on the stage with small finger foods decorated table in front of them. Fighting the urge to eat, she breath in a lungful of air and readied herself for the event.

“Reagan, move. You are not to stand in front of me.” “He doesn’t know about the fae, the vampires, OR the Guardians, apparently,” Prince Asshole says. “What is that supposed to mean?” I growl, moving again, only to have Reagan shift with me. “Reagan.” I snarl. The prince narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll leave that for you and your mate to deal with. I have my own mate to worry about,” he says, turning his attention to Meadow. “I did not mean to offend you, my little witch. I’m unused to people giving me attitude.”

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."

Mew continued "Monk. You said he is no my destined one then how come he became my Mate??" Monk assured "Mew. Be patience, he may not your destined one but he may be better or best. It's all in your decision, wait for the moment." Mew asked Monk "Who is he?" Monk said "He is the prince of icy moon pack." Mew asked "Should I inform them??" Monk said "That's your decision but remember, it may lead you both into different way." Mew continued "But.. I.. "