Prince Of Never Novels & Stories

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.”

The prince’s lips were a mere inch from mine and my entire body froze in his arms. “There’s nothing for you to worry about…because I don’t want to become king,” the prince stated. “Huh?” I murmured cluelessly as my eyes widened. “I’m also not at all interested in producing an ultimate alpha heir…” Prince Leonard continued. I was too stunned by his unexpected resolution that I didn’t know what to say. Instead, all I could do was stare at him with my mouth hanging open. How is this even possible? Prince Leonard, the first prince of the kingdom, doesn’t want to become the next king?

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

"Blue Prince." The Blue Prince is the eldest son of the god who created the white galaxy. He is the only prince and successor of the Galactic God. Its power is yet to be seen, but it can be felt. He has a face as handsome as an angel, skin as white as snow, a smile as warm as the sun, and eyes as clear as heaven's water. The Blue Prince had never served on earth, as he was born two years ago. Created from the relationship between the Galactic God and the Star Goddess. "Why the Prince? Wasn't he never on duty?" Justin increasingly does not understand why Dave sent the Blue Prince later.

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

With those words I pointed out the spot which is deep and doesn’t have any chance of getting anything from there. I walked off ignoring their pleading and reached the spot where the Prince is already present doing the work while I fumed to myself and tried to start the work but their words are completely blocking me. “You! The great Prince has to become my friend Nev for some time.” I ordered, staring at him, which he as usual ignored like everything else that is happening around him. I ignored his ignorance and started talking blurting out whatever is disturbing me staring at Prince directly but assumed him to be Nev.

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

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.

The Prince paused, but then laughed when he saw the look in her eyes, “I know you don’t like the servant coming near me, that’s why I opted to doing it myself.” “Call me next time, please,” Chinwe grumbled, “You are the heir to the throne” “Heir? No, I am the throne.” “So sweet, I like the sound of that,” Chinwe chuckled as Prince Chika pulled her back into his arms. He just couldn’t resist that lemon fragrance of her skin. They kissed again. “You did the job perfectly,” Chinwe said after sometime. “I keep to my word,” The Prince whispered. He swallowed uneasily, not bothering to hide the longing in his voice as they peeled out from each other.