Novel & Cerita Prince

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

"I better get going." "I'll bake a blueberry pie, for dinner!" she called out to him as he headed to the door. "I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work!", he called back airily and soon disappeared behind the door. Damon Prince was the CEO of Prince Inc., a business firm that dealt in housing and real estate as well as, refurbishing and tech. His parents had died 2years ago and left the entire business to him. He tried his best and was making billions. As his chaffeur, drove, he brought out his phone and checked his email and schedule. Everyday was always a busy day. As he reached the office, Logan came out to greet h

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

Bryce declared. Prince’s death was unfortunate, but Bryce felt it had to happen. Prince was becoming a threat to his plans, and he was on the verge of exposing everything to Adrian. Bryce couldn’t let that happen. So, when the accident occurred, he took advantage of the situation to ensure Prince was permanently removed from the picture. This also meant he wouldn’t have to repay the money he owed Prince.

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

“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.”

“It's a boy, your majesty.” “Yesss, it's a boy.” Candice squealed. “What do you want to name him?” Candice asked. “Rossi Junior.”

I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room. I gasp as a hand bursts through Alpha Bishop’s chest, the movement slow to my eyes, as I can’t quite believe what I just saw. Blood splatters everywhere, even on my shoes from across the room, and there is a tangy scent in the air. My alpha female screams, and oddly enough, Letric is eating his food at the table like nothing happened.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”