Prince Novels & Stories

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

I know this face. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the unmistakable aura of someone who carries the world on his shoulders. My fingers twitch as memories collide, photos, gossip, news headlines. I’ve seen this face before. “Wait,” I whisper before I can stop myself. “Gilan.” He blinks, narrowing his eyes at me. It is him. The prince. The man who married Amara. Amara.

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Suddenly, Jonathan is tackled to the ground, and I peer over to find a man I know all too well holding him down. “Now, now, Jonathan.” A familiar, deep bass voice calls from my left, making all the fear I felt disappear in an instant. “You know very well that you shouldn’t be threatening our Princess like this.” This deep voice continues. Knowing I was safe, I unlocked my car and climbed out of it, rushing to Uncle Hunter’s arms and taking in his familiar Dior cologne. “Hey there, Jess. Heard you needed a knight to come rescue you, Princess.” He coos to me, wrapping me in his arms.

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."

"You won't be saying that tonight when I have you beneath me, my Prince. You need a bride to be King, no? I'm here. I'm available. All you just need to do is say the word." "Why don't you come over and I'll let you know my answer?" "Alright then. Set aside a bottle of rum for me." "Don't you dare bail on me." "I am not you, Prince William." The call disconnected and a small smile lingered on his face. What was it about her that he despised and liked so much? When he arrived his room, he shrugged off his shirt and flung it across the room. Nursing a bottle of vodka, his eyes fell on a jadeite brooch his mother gave him when he wa

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

said Uncle Julius hopelessly. “I was trying to help you Julius,” she said while looking away. “I know Martha,” he said while looking at her. “How can we help my mother and Martha can you explain this shit” I said annoyed and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. “What?” I asked her. “Why are you talking like some street rag you are the prince you are not supposed to talk like that” she said. “I used to be a prince but now I am free, all I want is to save my mother and then I will find my way to go to the future again” I said while crossing my arms.