Prince What If God Was One Of Us Novels & Stories

Then, raising his eyes towards heaven, the prince said: 'Thank you God, the God of the people of Mayomi the Maker of the heavens and the earth. It doesn't seem to be true that the serpent is dead, but it is true. You have thereby proved that anything that has more than one head is only a deceit. The people of Mayomi would never worship any other thing, person or being except Thee, Thou Great Unsubstantiate Most High. I Thank Thee.'

“Yes.” “Well, the seven princes are avatars of the seven sins that you humans learn in your Bible studies. Tell me, dear baby bug, do you study the Bible?” I did not answer him for the sole reason that I did not want to humor him or lead the conversation astray. Unfortunately, no matter what I do, this demon seems to always find a way to do just that. He gives out a dramatic gasp and places a hand over the shock expression on his mask. “Oh my goodness. What would your family think!?” I’ve had it.

Prince stated on record that he had no intention of killing anyone but that what had transpired was due to the way he had been treated. To apologise to the public, the audio was broadcast on all radio stations. Both the Red continent, Suka and Soldier land played the same cassette. Almighty God was thanked by His Majesty for all that He had done for him. Prince spends the entire day interacting with the Lord. He waited and gave God thanks. He inquired about the lord at the conclusion of the day as to why he was perplexed. Before he could plan, he needed three people to assume control of the land.

She went silent, just staring at him. Prince Ron sighed, his shoulders dropping as he regarded the goddess before him. “Look, you do not believe we can make it. You’ve already given up. I get it. But can’t you just help us either way? I mean, you’ve got nothing to lose. All you have to do is take me to heaven, then you can go back to doing whatever it is you were doing.”

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

“And that's worse.” “She trusted me... with you.” “Don't.” The prince's voice dropped to a warning. “Don't you dare speak like she tethered us together. She was the only thing that held me together. And now... now she's gone, and I'm barely still breathing.” “She wanted you to live,” Nikolai said. “She wanted me to LET GO,” the prince spat. His hands trembled. “You know what her last words were? Not ‘I love you.’ Not even ‘forgive me.’ Just…” he broke, voice brittle, “LET HIM IN.”

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

I said. I dialed the burner number. He answered almost immediately, like he’d been waiting. “Prince,” he said. “I need you to do somethings for me,” I replied. “Now.” A pause. “You decided.” “I did.” His voice lowered. “How do you want to play it?”

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"