Prince Reagan Full Story Novels & Stories

“A friend of mine told me that the Royal family is sending out warriors to try and find you and Prince Sebastian is wanting you arrested because he thinks you are going to give me all of your secrets.” “Secrets?” I asked. “But I don’t even have any, all I know about that family is my father was killed by my mother and I am a Princess, but I am not believing that anymore. If I was a Princess I think my shoes would fit a lot better, but they don’t.” I sighed.

"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 let out a sigh as I think over everything that we have been though once we got back together. “Tobias, it is just not you. It was both of us.” I say with a sigh as I feel my own tears drip off of my chin. “We went after Trish even after finding out that she ran away. We both ignored our son and left him to his own devices.” I say as I stare off into space. “We left him on his own to deal with being the smallest in school. We left him to deal with being bullied, which should have never happened since we are the King and Queen, him a Prince. Still, they bullied him because we decided that one child meant more to us then the other.” He tightens his arms around me at my words.

"This book was once written by a king from a very long time ago when many religions were in the making; the king was a sage and very intelligent. He wrote things in his book that were ahead of his time. The Saints and the preachers didn't understand and thought of him as a monster. He had a son and a wife. When his reign was brought down by the people who followed different religions and was unable to handle the truth that was written in the book, they murdered him, but his wife and some of his people preserved this book." “and what happened to his son," I asked. "I don't know" he sighed, "tomorrow is the day. Rose, you have to fight, I have to keep you here until tomorrow. It’s the order" "

I noticed the concern on Reagan’s face as he approached us. "Then what are you two doing here if he’s not feeling well?" Reagan asked seriously. God, he was something else. He had this knack for getting under my skin. I forced a smile. "The prince and I were just taking a stroll, Your Majesty. We were heading back to his room when you saw us," I said flatly, trying not to show any emotion.

Brian had a surprised look on his face that he did not try to hide. "Kingsley, Prince Reagan? How are you sure that is not him and that he would help us? "Kingsley may be a backstabbing ass, but he would not kill his family. If he wanted to, he could have tried to. As for him helping, we came to a sort of understanding in Florence." Brian nodded. "Of course, Prince Reagan." Reagan went back to his office and turned on the CCTV footage of the basement. He decided to call his brother to let him know how quickly that information was needed.

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

Crown Prince Reagan, the eldest son of Harry IV, the king of Estados who ruled over the second strongest territory of Idaho. The Prince due to his intelligence and the smart way he used blades and swords, winning a lot of award from battlefields was made the Duke of Idaho without a Duchess. The people believed he can handle everything as he was defined as capable and perfect. King Harry IV on the other hand grew old and ill. He couldn't manage or handle the Nation effectively due to his mental state instability and his son, Prince Reagan had to take over as Harry V but the Ministers requested of him to be married first.

Dad drew a deep, shuddering breath, shaking his head as he looked to the floor again. "It.. wasn't consentual," he said quietly, "The Royals, when they were being hunted," he continued, and I could only stare at him wide eyed. "They began getting more and more desperate, as more of them were hunted and killed. Prince Reagan.. he was one of the last few. By then.. they'd begun.." He shook his head again, as though struggling to find the words.