Prince Siblings Novels & Stories

I had already done my research online. “Bianca, these are my brothers,” he said, gesturing to the three men. “Princes Bjorn, Xander, and Miles.” I curtsied slightly, bowing my head. “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you in the flesh,” I said. I wondered why Isaac hadn’t entered with the King like the others, but figured it was just because he had come with me. The three princes looked at us, then at each other. A silent conversation almost seemed to pass between them, which I supposed was possible, if they all shared a mindlink.

His wife princess Charlotte was by his side and behind them was their daughter, princess Isabella. The two brothers don't get along so well. Jamal is the crown prince but failed to realise that his brother Clifford is also a prince. The difference between them was that he was born first and automatically became the crown prince. But as long as he is still not on the throne, they are equal, both of them are princes of the Ashanti Kingdom. Jamal was brutal and mean while Clifford was the quiet easy going one, loved by the citizens and people of the kingdom and countries around them.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

"How can the heir be with his foster sister? That's disgusting!" "On his father's birthday, no less–what kind of family is this?" "He doesn't even spare his own sister? Shameless." The crowd spoke without restraint, their eyes full of contempt and disgust as they looked at Jordan and Valerie. Mr. Sutton's face turned ashen with anger, and he began coughing violently. Jordan shot to his feet. He rushed toward the screen, trying to shut it off, but froze when the next video started playing.

She asked in a bewildered tone, “Sister, you don’t like Seventh Brother?” She found it unbelievable that someone could reject both of her brothers. These were her two most outstanding brothers, in her opinion. The entire palace knew that the most handsome men in the royal family were the heroic Third Prince and the handsome Seventh Prince. The Alpha males were not to be compared to Fifth Brother, let alone the other princely sons. But Emma didn’t like any of them. The Seventh Princess shook her head, still unwilling to accept the fact, and asked in a soft voice, “Sister, do you truly... dislike both of them?”

The tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Once the king had been attended to, he rose from his seat and began introducing his brothers to me. He flawlessly uttered their names in a commanding tone, his voice resonating through the grand hall. "Melina, these are my handsome younger brothers: Prince Rodrick, Prince Alistair, and Prince Maximus." I curtsied respectfully in acknowledgment, my voice barely above a whisper, "It is an honor to meet you, your highnesses."

Contd Princess Yeri. “Three other brothers?” I ask. “Yes. Kaine is the eldest, King Ozar and Prince Collins were born on the same year by different mothers. King Ozar was actually a bastard and Prince Asher is the youngest.” Gladys says and Teresa crunches her second serving of chips as she sits on my bed. “What are they like?” I ask, listening to the piece of information.

Without the grand princess, the throne would likely have fallen to Emory. Now that Edmund had ascended as king, he hadn't fully dismantled his brother's power. The fourth prince's maternal family still held substantial influence and watched the throne with greedy eyes. This internal division and severe internal strife were the reasons why Liam and Lisandra did not want to go to war. The fifth and sixth princes, Elian and Elior, were twins who had been born with heart conditions. Simply surviving was considered a great blessing. The seventh prince, Esher, was only twelve years old. His mom was Emory's mom's cousin, further strengthening the fourth prince's power.

“The Princess will surely love this, your highness.” The young prince giggles in excitement from the assurance and compliment. Where the little prince had only his eyes set towards the two crown royals that he is very much favored of. The crown princess that is his sister-in-law and the crown price that is his only brother. “Thank you, Emie.”

PRINCE Sari, age 12. For as long as he could remember, everyone called him “Prince” or “Young Prince” because he came from a Royal Family. They always stated that he was an important person in their kingdom. They also said that one day, he would become King of Kabinihan. Prince Sari had no idea what it all meant back then. Even now, he still couldn’t understand everything or what was his real purpose in this world.