Prince Reagan Full Story Novels & Stories

As a result, the emperor concluded that Prince was uninterested in the Indo-Continent crown. When His Majesty, who was in his late seventies learned that Prince had returned to the Old World Continent, he fainted. He was airlifted to the Royal Hospital for a sick chick. The medics treated him with the utmost care His Majesty deserved, but he couldn't make it and died from a heart attack a few days later. All attempts to contact Prince by phone were futile. But His Majesty Sir Justice Maclean could not be buried without the permission of his only son, Prof. Prince Peter Justice Maclean. The death of the Indo-ruler Continent was widely reported.

"Princess Celine, you truly deserve your reputation as a Pregnancy Maiden trained by the Human Emperor himself. Three sons from the first birth, and all of them born with rare black fins! This is indeed a gift to our race." He raised his cup and laughed. "This is a happy day. I hereby name Prince Reginald Reeve the Crown Prince, and Princess Celine as Crown Princess!" Reginald was so thrilled he drank a little more than usual. Tipsy, he cradled one of our babies and leaned against me, rubbing his head against my neck like a spoiled child. "You're amazing, my darling," he said, his tone thick with sweet drunken affection. I could not help but laugh. "You're amazing too."

We are now inside the elevator. “There may be paparazzi roaming around this place. We heard that there was a snitch in our group of bodyguards because the media are now speculating about the whereabouts of the King given the fact that he has a big event today.” Reagan explained. “It is better to be safe than sorry, I guess? I know the King will never forgive if the media finally discovered that he has a second Princess that he chose to hide in the eye of the public because as per him, he made a wrong decision when he exposed Princess Catalina to the media.” I blinked. Oh, I have never heard this story before. Maybe, because this is the very first time I got to talk with Reagan? I was so rebe

Now, they all fell through the floor with Reggie's reign. After the affair in South Africa with Alpha Eugene, Reggie's hold had gotten stronger somehow. Worsened. But after I had won Ciaran that information, the prince grew even wearier of me. Secretive. Defensive at every turn. Even his wife and son were under fire constantly. The signs of a mad king.

The king asked, jumping into another topic. "I...I haven't seen those pictures," prince Reagan lied. The king nodded his head, not adding another word to the topic. It got prince Reagan feeling more uneasy. He knows his father, even tho he doesn't know him to the core. He knows that the king might have investigated the situation first and found out something that doesn't need to get out. ** Prince Reagan walked out from the room, bumping into the king's adviser who was rushing in to see the king. "Oh, so sorry my prince," the old man apologized for not seeing prince Reagan earlier and almost bumping into him. Prince Reagan just nodded at him.

"You ask a lot of questions, lady. Why should I answer your silly questions? You're lucky to be here. I think he likes you tho. He's never been interested in any woman. If you move fast, you could be his first lady." Madam Margaret explained a bit about the royal family to me. King Darril Harlow, the current reigning monarch, has three sons and 19 daughters. 19 daughters? Like, oh my, he must enjoy spending time with his concubines. The eldest Prince, Prince Reyne, died many years ago. He died young, when he was just 25 years old. He died in a battle. Madam Margaret said that Prince Reyne was nicknamed "The martyr prince." He was famous throughout the Harlow mainland for having a heart as so

“In that period of time, he did everything he could to win her over. The first thing he did was to call off the engagement. Our textbooks say that the reason behind the revocation of the engagement was because the Prince wasn’t in the right frame of mind. But other books, those which are more difficult to access, say that it was because he found her. He found Rosalie.” “From the way this is going, I have a feeling they didn’t end up together.” Lucianne muttered ominously. Xandar smiled sadly and kissed Lucianne on her forehead before he continued, “He was only a Prince. The King and Queen, along with the long line of government ministers and commentators strongly opposed their union. Prince

“This is an issue that concerns the very safety of the continent! How could she be absent at this time? She couldn’t be arrogant because she’s the only Transcendental in the entire continent in a thousand years?!” “You said it yourself, King Ruem. I want you to digest that fact,” Crown Prince Reagan replied to him. “Perhaps a king of a small kingdom like yours may not know what it takes to become a semi-transcendental but it takes a lot of talent, hard work and luck, none of which you seem to have or achieved. I would suggest you choose your words wisely or you may no longer have a seat at this table.” “Your side was the one to suggest peace but you willingly provoke others, Crown Prince Rea

Mya chuckled and said, “So what if he can be a monarch? Everyone knows that Reagan isn’t married and doesn’t have children. He’s almost fifty years old now. Can we still count on him to bear offspring?” Adrian stopped walking for a moment upon hearing Mya’s remark. Mya hastily turned to look at him and asked, “What is it?” Adrian said, “In truth, Reagan has two children—a son and a daughter. His son was murdered during his rivalry with the current monarch, and so was his wife.” “So you’re saying that Reagan still has a daughter?” Adrian nodded solemnly. Mya was astonished. She looked at Adrian with wide eyes, overwhelmed by immense shock.

But I knew I was wrong when I saw the gun in his hand that he had been reaching for all the while and then in a moment, he shot Reagan in the chest. “You don’t fucking dare to mess up with me, Reagan.” Alastair took a few measured steps back before shooting him once more, the bullet finding its mark in the very same spot as before. The frigidity of his gaze was palpable as he uttered his next words. “You said I won’t touch you.” Prince Reagan winced, his eyes dropped to his chest as the wound began to bleed. Miraculously, the bleeding ceased and the wound vanished as he applied pressure with his palm and deftly extracted the bullets. “It won’t kill me.” was what he said after recovering enti