Prince Raphael Novels & Stories

Every time he leaned in to say something, she would subtly shift away, but the prince was nothing if not persistent. As they turned a corner, Raphael suddenly paused, pointing out a rare flower growing along the edge of the path. “Ah, look at this, Princess Isabella!” he exclaimed, guiding her closer to the bloom. “Isn’t it magnificent? Just like you.” Tristan nearly gagged from his hiding spot. “Oh, please,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “This guy’s laying it on thick.” Isabel, trying to maintain her composure, nodded at the flower with a gracious smile. “It’s beautiful, Your Highness,” she replied, though her voice hinted at mild amusement at Raphael’s over

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

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."

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

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.

Bella flew up and sprinted out of the cafeteria, and I guess she was going to Amber Bella POV When Kai said they broke up, I wanted to jump up and do a happy dance, but I held myself in and flew out of my seat and sprinted out of the cafeteria. I knew Amber would be in the bathroom crying her eyes out, but then I realized Max wasn't at the cafeteria when the bell rang. I shrugged and thought that he probably just had to help a teacher or something. I went into the girls bathroom but didn't see Amber there. I searched in every bathroom, but Amber was no where to be seen. I then started searching the halls and a terrible sight was seen... Max and Amber was making out in the corner. I froze in

Raphael shook his head in denial when he understood that she misunderstood him. "I am a prince and the sole heir of the Raven kingdom. I am the next king of my clan. I am pampered and everyone will go out of their way to do my bidding. I was given everything I needed and more. But now, I am fighting the biggest battle of my life, and no one is here with me to help me. I know I asked you to leave, but I am glad for what you are doing for me. Thank you princess" he whispered with a lot of love. When she understood what he really meant, she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her on her head and hugged his most prized possession. In the comfort of each other's arms, t