Princess Love Father Novels & Stories

"Oh, he owed me more than you can imagine. Love. Care. Attention. Everything a father should give his child—he failed me completely." Her words hit Dylan with full force, their meaning impossible to miss. "That’s impossible!" "Why is it impossible?" Helena’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "Dylan, how much do you really know about your father? He might’ve played the devoted husband to your mother, but in reality, he was nothing but a selfish, unfaithful man. "When my mother, the Crown Princess at the time, studied abroad in your country, she and your father attended the same university. My mother was beautiful, and your father was immediately smitten. He pursued her relentlessly, showering

"I can't even face the prince anymore." "I'm sorry dad, but I lost my love for Prince Austin a while ago. My love lies with Prince Carlton." I confessed. "Prince Carlton? His junior brother? I know enough to understand that you both have never related before. What are you trying to play here? What game is it?" He asked me. My father knew me at his fingertips. He could immediately tell that something wasn't right. I however wasn't going to give him all that. I was going to stand my ground until the end. I had a plan and even he was not going to ruin it.

She is no doubt fierce, she could tame a lion if she wants to and he is not at all exaggerating for he's seen it time and time again. No one crosses his mother in that palace because aside from being the Pharaoh's first wife, she is also the crowned princes mother which means she is higher ranked than any other consorts. She takes that to her advantage and bully the ones below her. She loves him, there is no doubt about that but the way she shows that love for him is really not the way he wants to be shown love by his mother. Some say men are less emotional but he has stronger bond with his father than his mother. His father has been there for his first and last football match before he was

Liam gave up to him after the King's persuasion, he knew his father too well, more than anybody but himself. He had carefully followed his footstep as a child up till this moment. Just that the two of them turned out differently, he was love possessed and his father was not. Nothing threatened his heart, only his mother did. Of course one could be frail over the person he loves, Like his father was towards his mother and as he, towards the woman he loved too. His father didn't understand that, to him, he was just a prince fleeing from kingly duties. He has once asked him

Prince Patrick asks my father, too, which makes me want to roll my eyes, but I stop myself from doing so. "Of course. Go on, son." my father says with a smile. Why on earth do they adore him this much!? "Actually... it might sound absurd, but I thought about it for days... It's really heartbreaking, but I must say. I think, your highness, you should consider having that guy who claimed Princess Zoey as your son-in-law." he drops the bomb, secretly smiling at me. My mouth drops open as I try to oppose his words. But father raises his hand at me, his full attention on Prince Patrick.

They were serious and eager to save Prof May and her mother's lives because she was the one who hired those doctors at the royal hospital. After seeing that everything was in order, His Majesty welcomed all the elders, including the commander, into his apartment for refreshments. Princess had come into the mountain top house complex to see His Majesty when she learned that her secret spouse had been resurrected from his coma and had rescued the first lady Prof May and her mother. Princess was overjoyed, but she needed to devise a strategy to apologize to her younger brother and hidden spouse. She approached His Majesty, his biological father, and told him what she intended to do. His Majesty

"I didn't kill him. He... he had a stroke. I was trying to get away from him." Julian’s grip on her hair tightened just a fraction, pulling her head back so she had to look him in the eye. "Get away from him? You signed the papers. You took the jewels. You walked down that aisle in a dress that cost more than a doctor’s salary. Don't play the victim with me. I’m not my father. I don't believe in fairy tales." He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal.

She got up and walked over to me, placing a hand on my arm. "Your father," she started. "He used to say that his feelings did not matter. That duty came first." "He was a good king. He understood sacrifice." "He did," Mother agreed. "More than you know." Something in her tone made me uneasy. "What do you mean?" She was quiet for a moment before she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Before your father married me, he was in love with someone else." "What?" "He loved her deeply," Mother continued. "Truly. In a way that consumed him. But she was not suitable. Not for political reasons. Her family had no power. No connections. Marrying her would have weakened the kingdom."

"You'll learn to love each other soon my boy. If not that the crown princess of Ireland Princess Emerald, Arianna's elder sister, left home at a very early age and refused to come back it would have been her. But my dear friend King Jonas is too feeble minded to force her back. Roe my dear son, the kingdom of England as a whole is looking up to you. The only way you could have broken out of this betrothal was if you fall in love with another princess from any of the bristish kingdoms but it's so sad you didn't. I'm a busy man Roe, my decision is still final. Goodbye." "No father, please..." He hung up. My eyes clouded with tears and I sank unto the floor. This is just too much. If his father

And neither should you. Jake peered down, his speech scarcely audible. "It isn't just about Victoria and Emily. "It is about us." Emily felt her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" Jake glanced up, his eyes full of desperation and need. "I have never stopped loving you, Emily. "And seeing you with my father is tearing me apart." Emily felt a flash of rage and uncertainty. "Jake, it's not about us. It's about your mother's plots and how we can stop them."