Prince Of Poachers Book Novels & Stories

He ran out of my room, and I stayed there on my bed, waiting for him to come back. After a couple of minutes, he entered my room again with a book in his hands. He went up to my bed again, laying his body beside me as he opened the book to start reading. I notice that the book was for kids, titled "The Prince's First Love.". "Once upon a time, there was a prince named Lucas. Every woman in their palace wanted to be with him. However, the prince was aloof, too scared to even talk with other people. One day, he decided to walk around their garden, but when he was about to sit beside the long tree, he saw a girl smelling the flowers in their garden. And for a moment, instead of feeling scared,

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

"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.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

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 looked at the blonde girl, "Corinthians, I trust your moves. You're the chess master here, you are the player, the manipulator. Control everything here within your radius, keep your contact close to everyone as always. Your hypnotism is needed here. Everything in this woods has roots, it's your specialty right? Control it. " "Yes prince." Corinthians responded seriously. The tension was so high, I don't even know if they could still feel my presence or if they even had an idea I was still there. "The nature is you Corinthians. Think well." The Prince added. Corinthians now holds two guns. One by one to her right and left. Then, I smelled the poisonous bullet of it and I was sure a

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

He smiled warmly, and thanked Noelle as they trudged back to his warm cabin in the crazy snow storm. Noelle, the Prince and the raggedy man settle to dinner in front of the burning fireplace. Noelle cannot believe just how delicious the meal is. The potatoes are baked to perfection, and the rabbit is well seasoned and buttery, giving the extra protein that the meal needs. Noelle drinks cup after cup of coffee and starts to worry that she might be using up the poor man's winter reserves. But as she thinks of the conversation bound to happen between the Prince and herself, she begs for just one more cup. She hears the Prince laughing beside her, but keeps her gaze focused on the fireplace, avo

His heartbeat is steady, calm, and he hums a noise as our wolves rub against one another. He eyes the mountain top, breaking us apart with a small lick of his tongue against my cheek. I back off, grabbing the bag of clothes and holding it in my clenched jaw and trying to forget the feeling of his tongue. He begins to run, and I attempt to catch up, the prince leaping and bounding with such strength. It isn’t until we reach the top of the second mountain, trudging through the snow, that I see a small cabin up top with a filter of black smoke piling out of the chimney. The prince shifts, standing in the knee-deep snow stark naked, acting like he doesn’t feel the cold temperature. I follow his