Novel & Cerita Prince Of Lies

Third Person Point Of View: The prince stayed beside his princess’s bed for nights. She was yet to wake up, the doctors have said that she still needed to heal after everything that had happened to her. The prince was unaware that his love would not remember him, he was not aware that all she remembered of him was his brown eyes, and even the peace the princess tried finding in those brown eyes, were now close to nonexistent as she couldn’t see herself having any peace after what the king had done to her.

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

Rhae took a deep breath, checking her fingers for any lingering blue flames, before strolling out of her chambers towards the greenhouse. Prince Valor was sitting down feasting on pastries. If he isn't careful he could become as big as his father. Rhae strolled purposefully towards the table before taking a seat across from the Prince. She gave him a pointed stare, waiting for him to stop staring at her with a pastry hanging half out of his mouth. Valor slowly took the pastry out of his mouth and placed it on his plate, chewing the bite he took before he pulled it away.

I say shakily. Ketura would always mock at me that I am a bad liar, my face reveals everything. If the prince and princess suspect anything, they didnt say it but concentrated on the meals on the table. I stayed quiet, eating slowly too. "Are you Fairy Circe, Hermione?" Prince Ares abruptly throws the bomb. "Me?” I point to myself. Prince Ares nods. "No. I am not Fairy Circe.” I lie smoothly Prince Ares heaves a sigh of relief "I don't how I would act around the one who is hurting my brother so much..." He mutters sadly. I heard it anyways.

“Or what? Because the truth is obviously a bitter pill for you to swallow.” “What did he tell you that has you burning bridges that have carried you for years in just a short while?” I knitted my eyebrows. “What?” “You heard me!” He tossed the chair in his way aside. “What did the Lycan prince promise you to give you this much audacity? Marriage? That would be stupid of you to believe. I am your husband, okay! You will respect me regardless of whatever dumb promises you were made!”

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

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 from women of all ages but bedd

I called him for advice and not to ignite a squabble. “One of the Royal Princes was in school today. The principal told me, and I hurried over…”. "Wait a second. Prince? What Prince?” He asked in utter shock. "They Lycan Prince of the Empire.” "What?! Why?!” "I didn't have an idea at first, but I got to school and saw that there was a little drama going on, and a video of Paige framing April, my stepsister, resurfaced and was playing on the projector.”

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.