Romance Novels About Princes Novels & Stories

I stop paying attention by the time he reaches the sixth girl. “Put a smile on your face, babes,” Rhea says with a laugh. “You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here.” “You're not far from the truth. If only I'd taken your advice and eaten earlier. I feel like I might pass out soon,” I groan and then gesture to my chest area. “...and this corset? It's killing me.” She snorts. “Sorry, milady, but you'll have to manage. The prince wants nothing but a tiny waist, a well-shaped bosom, and strong hips for bearing children.”

Only then did he turn to me, a trace of guilt in his voice as he said softly, "I'll buy you a better one next time." I nodded indifferently. I had heard his promises countless times—how many had he ever kept? First, he gave the wedding to Elena. Now, even the wedding ring. What would be next? What else did he expect me to give up for her? As I turned to go back to my room, Kael called out, "Elizabeth! You—" I turned and met his gaze. He pulled free from Elena and walked quickly toward me. "Could you move to a hotel for a few days? Elena wants to use this place as the bridal room. Don't worry, I've booked the best hotel for you. You won't be mistreated."

The inn’s hearth crackled low as the Crown Prince Theodore stepped inside, the familiar scent of roast and pine-scented smoke filling his lungs, and the hearty chuckles and cheers filled his ears. Jonathan, his closest aide and childhood friend, was his reluctant companion. When the Crown Prince decided to go for another one of his great adventures, Jonathan had no choice but to go to take care of the mess he would create on his way. And now here he was following right behind, dust clinging to his boots, exhaustion written all over his face.

His lips brushed the back of my head like it was nothing— just a polite, old world greeting. Before I could say a word, he turned to Colin. "I need to borrow you for a moment." Colin nodded, "ofcourse." Cassian's eyes flicked to mine for the briefest second and then he turned and walked away with the prince in tow. I stood there frozen, champagne bubbles rising in my blood instead of the glass. Was I the only one feeling this thing? The magnetism? This weird electricity? Maybe I was still Jet lag. Or maybe it was the silk of the dress clinging on me. Or maybe it was just that I hadn't kissed anyone in far too long and my standards had plummeted to include emotionally unavailable royals.

"Is that what you care about?" I didn't respond. I stared at him, as if seeing through him, peering at the reflection of my past self. How deeply had we once been in love with each other? He now wore the insignia of royalty on his chest, dressed in silk and fine fabric, with a meticulously embroidered wolf crest on the lapel. It was the uniform reserved for the highest position in the nation. He… had become a king. The young, naïve boy I once knew stood in stark contrast to the man before me. Our differences, once distinct, had only become more pronounced over the years.

While scanning through the area, the reflection on the long mirror caught my eye. Oh right! I remembered! Prince Johann, the male lead of the story, has two sisters. Both of them are known to be the best roses of the empire, however, everyone knows that the beauty of the eldest is incomparable. But this--! as I've seen it with my very own eyes, the author should give justice to her vague description in the novel!

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Give try this book and might be you will find Ryan Wolf more cunning than Joseph Welton. A royal prince lust for an innocent girl. The coming projects : “Falling in love with the devil” Amber and Ivan's story. “His Hidden child” Stephen and Olive's story. “His Obsession” Arthur and Maria's story.

Princes are higher born than Dukes, even ones that do not live in the royal court. Malcolm wasn’t the only person who gave me a bad vibe. There were also the triplets Adrian, Aldon, and Abel. They looked like fashion models and were so similar that I would never have been able to tell who was who. The moment we met I felt Roman tense and move closer to me. They kissed my hand and one of them Aldon or Abel, licked the inside of my wrist. I don’t know if they were trying to be seductive or attempting to taste the virgin, but I screamed and yanked my hand away.

He pulled me into the study, took down the painting, and spread it open under the candlelight. "You think I keep this because I love her?" I bit my lip. Cried harder. "I once admired Seraphina," he said. His voice was flat as a frozen lake. "I admired her poise. Back then, I thought I'd marry a proper lady like her." "But I was wrong." His smile turned bitter. "She—and every other noble lady who admired me—never loved me. They loved the prince of the North." "When I was cursed and exiled, not one of them wanted me."