Prince William And Doris Novels & Stories

Thought about it for a while, but eventually, she shook her head, disapproved, “Part of it, yes. But mainly, no.” Without waiting for Giselle to ask, the Lady continued, “I knew about Tina and Marcus’s relationship way before. And when I asked Edsel about the marriage of his daughter and my son, I knew for sure he would choose you.” Giselle felt unbelievable, “How do you-” Dorris smiled, “I did my research, Giselle. Not only did I know about Tina and Marcus, but also I knew about Raiz and Tina. And I have to say, they were wild.”

Grace also suggested to Doris a possible sleeping arrangement which surprisingly involved her sharing her old room with Ed and Emily could use the spare room next to it. Grace and William ( Bill ) had been married for the last twenty four years. With some careful money management over the years, they now owned their three bedroom house and Grace no longer had to work. They had settled into a comfortable life and a constant was Bill's annual Christmas party which always happened on the twenty third of December. This year was no exception, a little something that Doris was aware of and planned to put her parents time away to good use. When her father got home, introductions were made and her p

“I thought I smelled you.” “Well I hope I smell good.” he mused. “Dorothy this is my mate, I finally found her.” “Oh!” she said looking at me. “Wow you are so pretty, wait weren’t you announced as Queen a while ago?” “I was.” I sighed. “But he is going to be King and I am going to be in the background.” “Well that is good to hear, it looked like you weren’t happy the way they made you Queen. But I am glad you found your mate and he is healthy again,” he said. “What can I get you two to eat?”

"I think she and my dad had an apartment before they were married while they both attended Emory. They married right after she graduated and moved here." "That would have been intimidating." "You think so?" I asked, surprised that Nox would think anything was intimidating. He nodded. "And your grandfather. I don't know anything about him, except his will. Princess, that is the document of a narcissistic egomaniac. I'd venture to guess that Bill Gates' last will and testament isn't as detailed." "And yet, it isn't," Deloris said. "It's wordy and specific while at the same time vague."

No one can match Prince William's charm for her. "We will see, Daisy," she sighed out. She wasn't confident that after Prince William, any other boy would be capable of sweeping her off her feet. "Now, we are ready for our excursion," Daisy chirped after finishing with her hair. Rosalie's face lit up. She jumped to her feet in excitement, all thoughts of mates forgotten.

Dorothy said, “Why are they recording a woman? Weren’t you guys talking about a Stone Ganbling Prince? Is she the prince then?” Beatrice replied, “Of course not, Sis. Do you not know who this woman is? This woman really is something else, you’ll definitely be shocked. She has a nickname—Princess Fleur.” “Princess Fleur?” Dorothy paused for a brief moment before exclaiming. “You’re saying, she’s Waltz Fleur from Thousand Miles Conglomerate?”

I reply sharply. Doris snaps back, "Oh please! Cut the innocent act. You only got close to Bill because of his money, right? If I hadn't messed up with the drugs in Vegas... It should've been me marrying Bill," she confesses. Hearing Doris's confession, my jaw drops in disbelief. I can feel my face getting hot with anger. "You caused all this mess?" I blurt out, my voice shaking. I'm so angry, I can barely think straight. "How dare you, bitch?”

"You were just a poor, desperate woman with nowhere to go. And the prince, being kind and honourable, took pity on you." Laughter erupted again. "You seem very concerned about the prince's choices," I said slowly. "Tell me, Lady Doris. How many years have you pursued him?" Her smile faltered. "I have not pursued anyone," she said stiffly. "No?" I asked. "Then why does everyone in this room know your name is always attached to his? Why do they whisper about your endless attempts to gain his favour?" Her face flushed red. "I have always admired Prince Evander," she said through gritted teeth. "There is no shame in that."

Cold and distant. “My queen,” I continued, “For the past two weeks, I have been feeling unwell. Yesterday, I decided to visit the hospital and have some tests done. After the results came in… they confirmed something.” I paused, letting the silence settle. “They confirmed that I am pregnant.” The queen gasped softly, but her face brightened with joy. “Pregnant?” she repeated with a beaming smile. “Yes, my queen. And the one responsible for my pregnancy is none other than Prince Gilan, your son.”

“What exactly happened to him?” “I’m not so sure either, Your Majesty,” Katie glanced at the building, small licks of flame still visible in some areas. “The lights suddenly turned off and he just… lost consciousness.” The King paced back and forth, his hands on his waist. “Victoria, will it be alright if the dance will be postponed until the next-” “No!” The sudden interjection from the princess shocked both monarchs. “Princess Katie, would you care to tell me why you’re prioritizing the dance over my son’s well-being?”