Romance Novels About Princes Novels & Stories

Then again, one should expect nothing less from the male lead from the light-novel A Fairytale Romance and crown prince of Astral. Even though he was the male lead in a shoujo romance genre novel, without the heroine, Maria could’ve easily mistaken him for a shounen male harem protagonist due to the number of girls that ridiculously fell for him. The temperature outside felt warm. A light breeze ruffled his raven hair; those cold piercing violet eyes of his were pointed in Maria's direction. "...Y-Yo," Maria nervously greeted, saying the first thing that popped into her head; this greeting earned her an annoyed look from the crown prince.

She sneaks away from the ball and enters the library to gawk at the books, the girl meets the first prince in the library and rejects the princes' advances because he was engaged. This act makes him want her more. The prince grants her access to the castle to occasionally read books so that he could see her. After a while, The prince's fiancé Vivanna, who is horrible, finds out about his interest in the girl. Now, Vivanna is madly in love with the prince, but their engagement is contract-based. In one of the lines of the contract, the Prince and Vivanna agree to stay out of each other's love lives. Naturally, Vivanna mercilessly tortures the female protagonist, to the point where the prince

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

“I am well, My Prince. Although I admit, you have me a bit worried.” “I apologize. I did not mean to worry you.” I take a deep breath and plunge in. I step forward, taking her hands in mine. “Lady Lorelai. I believe that we have become good friends over the past year. Would you agree?” Her eyes go wide and I can see that she recognizes the direction of this conversation. “Yes, I would agree with that, Prince Aolis.” “I’ve seen your interactions with your people and they love you. You are a good leader and would make an amazing queen. If, that is, you would have me and agree to be my wife and partner. And if you believe that our friendship could develop into something stronger over the years.

Besides, I wanted to know more. “Yes, please.” I put my chin in the palm of my hand and listened as he began to speak. “Once upon a time, several hundred years ago, there was a prince of Paradisa. He was the beloved only child of the king and queen. He was supposed to marry a princess and continue the royal line as his father and his grandfather had done before him.” Henry’s accent made listening to the story so much better. It sounded richer and I could almost see the prince he spoke of. I imagined he looked a lot like Henry.

Gelo must be wrong about what he was thinking. I looked for more articles on the web. Suddenly, I have this obsession with searching about the royal family, which were mostly in Europe. Some rules are deadly. For an instance, no one was allowed to touch a princess from this country or they’ll die. It is indeed scary to get myself involved with a person with royal blood but it’s crazier to think that I have royal blood. I clicked on my twelfth article for the day about the princes of this particular country. Why do princes in books be so handsome and hot while in real life, they're far from handsome? They don’t even look good. Why do ladies want to marry them?

"My health is failing, and the kingdom needs security. Before I pass my crown, I must ensure your future. Today, you must choose one of my sons to be your husband. You will rule by his side as the future Luna." A cold shiver ran down Seraphina’s spine. Her hands trembled slightly beneath the fabric of her dark green gown. She looked at the four brothers standing in a row, all of them staring down at her. On the far left stood Prince Jaxon, the youngest. He had a lazy, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. He was a notorious playboy, treating women like disposable toys. Seraphina knew he would betray her before the wedding night even ended. Next to him was Prince Killian, the ruthless warrior

Kayda. I felt him in my dreams as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips so on brand for the Prince to kiss awake the Princess. I used to hate those damn fairytale damsels in distress girls, but now we'll now it was clear that with the right prince, I didn't mind playing the damsel. I kissed him back, and my dream broke as his scent told me he was really there, I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss. He moved his mouth against mine, and I opened my sleepy eyes as his tongue begged me for entrance to my mouth. I obliged, wanting to taste him, and a moan left him that curled my toes. I increased the want and desire in the kiss, and he responded but then suddenly pulled

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.