Romance Novels About Princes Novels & Stories

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

“It probably seems strange, since it’s the opposite on earth, but it’s the way it is here.” “If you’re a prince and I’m a princess, then we are brother and sister! They were going to marry brother to sister?” I gasped, “That’s disgusting.” “We are not related by blood,” he said quietly. “My mother died and my father remarried. He died and then your mother married your father.” “That’s complicated,” I mused as I rolled his words over in my mind. “Complicated, but the truth,” he went on to explain. “Because we had no blood ties, but had strong title ties, they felt we’d be an ideal match.”

But maybe, there were more princes? "How about the princes? How many are there?" Roselle asked Elijah. Even though Romeo was sitting next to her, she preferred asking Elijah. Apart from the fact that Elijah was so easy to speak with, almost giving off the same vibe she got from both Fay and Tina, Roselle also thought that this way, she could avoid getting close to Romeo – especially avoiding those bewitching eyes of his. "There's only two, my lady." The butler said. "The Crown Prince and His Highness Romeo."

Few minutes later she was hurrying to keep up with Jared as he dragged her towards the stables with a broad grin on his face. When they got there, Alexa watched as Jared left her and hugged a boy who looked to be the same age as Jared and with the way they clutch at each other, she deducted that they were very close. It was not until a lady holding a child climbed down from the carriage behind the two men hugging each other that she realized that the person she was looking at was the crown prince of Kythia, a prince whom she threw his marriage proposal back at his face when talks started coming up of pairing him with princess Fallon. Oh Crap! Alexa gulped noisily, she knew she was a being a

"He's the Crown Prince of Mercia. His Royal Highness Prince Leonidas Sebastiani." "Oh God, what a sick twist of fate. I'd been talking back to an actual Prince while being called - distastefully, I must add, Duchess Rowena by said Prince." I thought and swallowed. "Right." I said. "Let's go then."

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Javier stopped her, moving the maid closer to press a solid and relatively chaste kiss to her lips before she could say anything or protest. "I can't do it, mon cheri" The Prince cooed, pulling away, his green eyes boring into hers. "Every single day. I cannot pretend to handle your absence." She knitted her brows together, placing a hand over his beating heart and breathed. "I'm not going anywhere." And that certainly brought the Prince's thoughts back to the task at hand. He stepped within the bounds of her reach once more and pressed a line of wet kisses down her neck. Celina, on the other hand, inched towards the tie of his trousers.

"You Princes have to stop kissing me. I'm going to explode if I take in any more power right now." Jayce chuckled softly, and reached around her to open the door to the carriage. He knew that if he didn't kiss her again soon, he might explode instead. "Are you ready, little Halfling? The Spring sithen will be overwhelming. This is just an outlying village, the full Court is something else entirely." She climbed into the carriage, "Then what are we waiting for, Prince, let's get this show on the road."