Prince Raphael Novels & Stories

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

"Thank you so much, Raphael. You could have just called instead of coming over.” "I wanted to see your pretty face,” He teased. “A short intro then?" Mum interrupted. “I'm Raphael Maiz, the founder and CEO of Maiz fit, the one that creates sneakers, and the CEO of R luxe, the top clothing brand in the state now.” Mum nodded, "Raphael Maiz? Also the Mafia King of Maiz empire?!". He nodded. His phone beeped in his hand and he stared at it for a while before raising his gaze, “I hope you're okay now, Sapphire. Don't think about that jerk”.

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.

The Prince bowed in obeisance, and greeted, “I am delighted to be in your country. I bring you glad tidings from my father, King Raphael Churchill VII, the King of Ridgewood Kingdom.” “You are welcome. Kindly come with me,” he requested happily. He led the way, and they followed while the driver drove out of the vestibule, and parked in the car park. Suddenly, the Prince's phone beeped, and he felt disturbed. He looked at the caller, and cut the call rudely. “Abel, take my phone. No calls at this time. Did you get me?” “I got it, my Prince?” Although, the Prince cut her call, but she kept calling, and the Knight kept cutting her call.

His voice rose clear and commanding, each syllable a carefully cut gem that masked the truth beneath. "We send forth these brave souls," the prince proclaimed, his words carrying to every corner of the sacred space, "not as sacrifices, but as ambassadors of our enduring commitment to peace." The people drank in his words with the naïve reverence of the devout. But Velis saw beyond the gilding—saw the faint tremor in those pale, elegant hands as they lifted the ceremonial chalice. He saw the almost-imperceptible tightening of the jaw when those perfect lips shaped the word sacrifice.

And that was what she'd done. Disbelief etched through Elena for the hundredth time . That Lizzy had actually had an affair with Prince Rico of Valderra and Non of them had known. Not even his family let alone here. How had they managed to cover it up? Even though she hadn't recognized Raphael, she'd still heard of him and his reputation. The playbook Prince.Her gaze rested on him for a second. He certainly has the looks for it, all right. Tall, broad shouldered, with strong, well- cut, aristocratic features.

"You are so much more than what they say, Élianor. So much more than this body you hate. There is a queen inside you. Just waiting for permission to reign." He speaks, and his words are a balm, an enchantment. He sees me. Him, Raphaël, the prince of this school, he sees me. And he doesn't see a monster. He sees a queen. We stay there a long time, sometimes silent, sometimes talking. He tells me about painting, about books no one else reads, about his desire to leave this stifling town. He asks my opinion. He listens to my answer. It's intoxicating. It's dangerous.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. 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.