Princes Agent Novels & Stories

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

He was in no hurry at all when he walked into the car and Scorpion followed through the other door. Nobody dared to raise their head until he was gone. They bent their heads to their Imperial grace. This was a Royal Effect, Nolan's Effect. . . Back at the palace, it was already crowded there. The expensive cars of different Royalties around the globe moved in a straight line on the Royal grounds as the Royal chauffeurs carried out their jobs. They all wanted to see the long-gone prince. Meanwhile, they weren't the only ones eager to see the prince. Funnily enough, even ladies from the wealthiest backgrounds were also there in their troops to flaunt themselves in front of him.

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.

They walked across the room that surprisingly didn't echo. " Good evening Princess. May I ask who is with you please?" A voice said and they both turned to see where it had come from. A man almost as wide as he was tall stood nearby. How did that house of a man go unnoticed? " And what is your position and badge number, may I ask?" Sam replied. " Vice Head of Security Princess. Badge number 3110200242." The officer stood at attention and stated.

“Miss Iris, Prince Otis is here” Agnes went ahead to open the door and I stumbled past her to stand before the Prince, my eyes moving to stare back at him. Dressed in his Royal attire once again, this time with a symbol of his family crest just over his heart. He looked simply stunning with his hair smoothen to the back, there was no mistake. He was indeed a Prince. “So handsome” I whispered out loud before realizing I had. I gasped in shock, covering my mouth with both my hands to stop myself from saying anything further embarrassing.

So, I step back and have him shut the door. Barely a minute later, Olyon gets us to our Mate-pack apartment, and we walk into two princes, Jayan and Mosley, who look like they are about to go crazy with worry, and another prince, Asad, who is lying on one of the sofas, bleeding and looking... lifeless! Oh my gods! No, no, no, no!

"You're not the only royal person in the real world, Mr. Bodyguard. Me too. My father even calls me Princess till now. By the way, where are you going with half-wet clothes like that?" Prince put his shopping on a chair. "It's impossible for us to continue the mission in wet clothes. So, I bought these." He stretched out two black Mont Saint Michel t-shirts. Emily was dumbfounded. "You bought a couple t-shirt?" Prince grimaced. "Sorry. I didn't have enough time to look for the brands you usually use. So, I bought what was available at the nearest store. You don't mind wearing this, right? Besides ...." Prince took out trousers, a bra, and underwear. Emily froze watching him.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Cover for me and Valerie in front of my father. I looked at the message Jordan sent. A cold laugh escaped me. I pulled the SIM card out of my phone and tossed it into the trash. Then, without a second thought, I boarded the plane. … At the same time, the banquet was in full swing. Everything had reached its peak–but I still hadn't appeared. Jordan kept glancing toward the entrance, growing more and more restless. Then suddenly–the large screen in the hall lit up. A video began to play.

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.