Romans & histoires Romance Novels About Princes

There are too many princes and princesses and she rarely goes out openly; the king’s rule states that every prince or princess must bring the guards along if he or she ever steps foot beyond the palace grounds. The auctioneer who is standing on the stage has a set of features different from other staff Elysia has seen so far: he looks refined, at least outwardly, and perfectly at home on the stage. The staff leads them towards the front row, bowing all along the way. “I can perfectly walk on my own,” Elysia grits out in a whisper to Kannax whose hand is now on the small of her back between her wings, his sharp long nails almost piercing her shirt.

I think this is called destiny? “You should date him, Princess Catalina!” I urged her with stars shining on my eyes, “the both of you are perfect together. That is what I am sure of right now! Probably, the two of you will make a very good couple! Please, make it happen!” Princess Catalina laughed gently, “I don’t think he likes me. That man only thinks of protecting the Royal Members. I think he is a boring partner.”

"Ysabelle is the only one it screams at. If I hadn't just remembered the position I had in this Kingdom, I would have been courting her for a long time." He focuses on judgmental people with what he says. Even at this time, others will not really lose what they have to say just because of their different states in life. The two of them are in a difficult situation because the man Ysabelle loves is a Prince. Previously, I thought in fairy tales it only happens that a Prince falls for a servant. Now, I can see firsthand that that can really happen. And Prince Dern and Ysabelle are the best examples for me.

“There were twelve men in that room. So now, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you twelve times. Come here.” Heat flares through me, pooling low in my stomach. He sits at the edge of the bed, watching me with that quiet intensity that always unravels me. I crawl to him slowly, deliberately, until I’m within reach. He fists my hair, guiding me over his lap. His palm smooths over my bare skin, warm and possessive. “Ready, principessa?” he murmurs. I swallow hard, my body already trembling in anticipation. “Yes.” The first strike lands, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from my lungs. The sting blossoms into warmth almost instantly, sending a shiver through me.

Even at a young age, she was quite skilled. "I am his attendant," I informed the girl. "I am not his lover." She giggled. "Attending lady is another name for a lover who is given a status yet." "What the fuck…" The corner of my lips twitched in anger. I didn't know that. "Do other princes have female attendants too?" "They already have wives and concubines," Annie said. "Only the second prince hasn't married anyone yet. Now, we are sure that he doesn't like men."

I tilted my head and gazed up at him, finding him more attractive compared to the prince. The prince, in contrast, appeared more muscular and well-built, a testament to the rigorous training he must have endured. Adrian was a prince charming in his own right, resembling the well-groomed youngest son of a king who was prohibited from even lifting a pin. Suddenly, he turned toward me and planted a kiss on my lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. The prince cleared his throat, reasserting his presence. "Well, I do hope you enjoy the rest of your evening; I have other matters to attend to," he stated, mustering a smile. We both bowed, and he departed.

MILA My heart sank into my stomach as I continued reading. While most of the articles about our romance were fairly flattering, one tabloid in particular seemed to have it out for me. “Prince Felix dines with common foreigner with a shady past,” I read out loud. “Many in the media have made the connection between the heir’s latest fling and the woman he was willing to shell out a million to find. Is the Prince’s girlfriend really a Cinderella story, or is she the big bad wolf in fairytale clothing?”

Erwin left Anna the day he was to go to war. Erwin never told Anna that the war could have been avoided if he had been willing to marry Lady Arista Heather, the daughter of Lord Heather. According to Harlow's regal law, a prince cannot marry. A prince's relationship with women was limited; they only can be with the slave girls in their harem. And there are dozens of girls in the harem; a prince can choose whichever one they want; they won't get bored, nor do they need to get married because if you have 1000 slave girls, why do you need a wife?

Onyx said. "But he wasn't in his office," Wyatt mentioned. "He wasn't in the castle and he didn't take any car," he went on. "You seriously weren't around," Onyx asked, looking at me. "No, I wasn't, I went to see someone I am interested in," I replied. "So you never did like Anna," he muttered. "This girl, does she know you are the prince?" He questioned. "Well, I told her not long ago," I replied. "Is she from a well-groomed family," he asked again.

“Did you sleep well? He asked and I nodded. “I crave for my morning kiss” he started kissing my rims. We kissed each other like we were craving ourselves for a long time. “I want to suck them baby,” he pleaded for permission and I smiled. “Princess.. you are beautiful,” he responded, opening the buttons of my shirt. “So pink…like cherry,” he murmured, licking my hardened nipples. “Ohhh…,” I said, arching my back, giving him more of me. “Princess, you don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” He said switching the nipple.