Stealing Princes Novels & Stories

The Prince was a gambler, and naturally, he would not miss the opportunity to gamble. "Okay!" Kelly smiled and glanced between Darryl and Stallon. "Who do you want to place your bet on?" "Of course, I'll bet on Stallon!" The Prince laughed and said, "I'll bet five thousand gold coins. The disparity in the strength between those two is too big. I won't take advantage of you. Sister, you should only place a bet of one thousand gold coins." The Prince also thought that Stallon would win. "Alright!" Kelly was a gentle and easy-going woman. She nodded and said, "Even if you don't say that, I would still place my bet on Dominic's follower."

“Nobles like you are destined to beg alms on the streets and shit like that. Anything that will take you far away from the princes, since everyone knows they’re destined for great things. Far greater than you.” Blond lifts her chin. “And forget about having anything but a platonic work relationship with them. Do you think you have what it takes to hold their interest? You’re wrong. And you can take my word for it because I fucked Jayan and Asad Mort this semester. I know what they’re into, and you’re not it.” There’s a weird clench in my throat that I actively choose to ignore. Meanwhile, Angry Bird glances at the Blond, resentment flashing across her face. It seems Blond overstepped her bou

“My spies tell me that Lukas is planning on leaving the capitol with the princess at noon today. They’ll be traveling north towards their packlands. Lukas has apparently promised fealty to the Alpha King in exchange for taking his daughter as his Luna.” Rhys’ eyes lit up as he realized where I was going with my explanation. “So we cross the river into Allusia, ambush Lukas, and snatch the princess?” “You make it sound so simple,” I said, though his enthusiasm pulled the corner of my mouth into the edge of a smile.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

“It’s the latest phone from minkapp store!” “Iyong latest? As-in ‘yong tig 90,000?” “Legit? Baka naman fake lang ‘yan!” “Si Adaline Roa ang nagbigay kaya paanong magiging fake?” “Kung sabagay, afford nga niyang bumili ng bag na worth 1 million, ‘yan pa kaya?” “Ang swerte ni Brooklyn!” “Tss... Mayabang talaga ang Adaline Roa na ‘yan kahit kailan!”

"I was a prince." Mason’s heart skipped a beat. He replied! Wait—A prince? That was the last thing he expected. "A prince?" Mason’s mind reeled. Ste-phen took another sip of his drink. "Yes." "So, like, a literal prince? Crown and castle and all?" "Crown, castle, servants, wars, betrayals—the whole package," Ste-phen affirmed, his voice smooth. Mason’s jaw nearly hit the floor. "Holy shit." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "You were a prince. So what happened? Why aren’t you—?"

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

“Go on.” “So like, are we just spying on the royal family or killing someone there?” His eyes darken with something unlike anything I've ever seen or maybe I'm imagining it. “You'll be killing the entire royal family.” “All of them?” Shane asks, shocked. Rhea and I gasp. “The princes, princesses, the king. Yes, Shane, all but don't touch the crown prince's mother, the queen. She's mine to deal with. All you need to do is capture her.”

“You’re the one who underestimated the strength of a wolf. You’re outmatched, and you know it.” With a final, desperate attempt, the prince lunges again, but this time, Aloria is ready. She sidesteps, and with a fierce growl, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, dragging him down once more. The prince cries out, but it’s a sound of panic, not the bravado he wore so confidently before. In the distance, I hear the sounds of a struggle, shouts from my warriors as they finish off the last of the prince’s soldiers. The tide has turned, and Aloria knows it.