Stealing Princes Novels & Stories

I whisper, trying to focus on the story instead of his hands on my body. “Because the Creed prince loved the goddess. He loved her from afar and was biding his time to make his move. Scorned with jealousy, the Creed prince snuck into the newlywed's kingdom the night the goddess was giving birth. When everyone fell asleep, the Creed prince snuck into the room and stole the raven-haired, green-eyed princess. A low-profile gangster owed the Creed prince a favor, and he called upon that favor by asking the gangster to raise the little girl as his own. And to this day, the goddess’s princess has no idea who she truly is. Though her true parents have their suspicions, and all will be revealed shor

After hearing Prince's words, she crossed her arms and interrupted, “She is a mute Stealer. She brings bad luck to her body. They are just workers in this boutique, of course, they would not dare to risk their boss's boutique. What if this boutique goes bankrupt?” Prince turned to the customer, winced, and bared his fangs. “If she is jinxed then Alpha Cedric should be broken by now and might be dead! But he got a new territory because of her! Are you deaf to hear such important news!” The customer glared and looked not to be outdone. She was still in control of her body but the muscles in her face were bulging with anger. “That's just a coincidence! She was caught by another pack because she

"My lord, the war general sends a message: we captured the Queen successfully, but we have run into some trouble with a group of strong bandits and temporarily lost the Queen." "What?" The emperor was seething with rage. "Wipe the bandits out!" "Your majesty, the message continues as follows. After fighting to a stalemate with the bandits, we soon found out the man who stole the Princess is called Jake Larson, from the Kingdom of Andorra." "What?" Both the Prince and the Emperor stood up with bewilderment.

There were reporters, news telecasters, waiting with their video cameras to broadcast this moment to those who couldn't or didn't come. This day was going to be momentous, or blah for them, depending on how they took the news that the prince they had adored all their lives were not going to be the one wearing the crown. I was a thief, this time, too. I had stolen the crown from the prince. It wasn't the way I wanted to steal it when I first walked into the castle, but still...

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched. “In order to obtain something, one must sacrifice something.” Raine spoke. Yris nodded in agreement. “Yes.” He muttered. “The princess Alf wanted to earn everyone’s true respect and undying loyalty, especially since she is a woman who everyone looks down upon. So, she left the kingdom of Elhasa and began her journey to make achievements.” He said and looked at Raine. “She conquered lands without shedding blood. Instead, she also conquered the hearts of the people, that is through protecting them from the demons that plagued the land.” He told Raine.

I said and took a bite from the bread and munching angrily. The three princes gave me curious looks before they shook their heads. "Well, I say that from here on out, we'll have to hunt for our food." Said Ace as he made his way towards us. "That was our last bread." "Hey, I'm all hunting." Agreed Ren. "But does anyone know how to clean and skin our loot?" Silence. I watched as the princes exchanged glances. "No." "I don't know." "That's disgusting." "Maybe Ace knows how." I suggested.

“Your throne? What throne?” “I am the rightful heir to the throne,” he admitted. “My uncle manipulated events, twisted everything to put Matthew on the throne instead. It was supposed to be mine. I need to get it back.” Lyra blinked at him. “So… you’re, what? A prince?” “So that’s the kind of king you want to be, huh? The one who won’t stand up for the little guy because he’s afraid his precious friends will throw a royal fit?”

“Our prince—our *princes*—don’t stand for it. You crossed in chained. That gives them teeth.” “Bloodthorn doesn’t care unless they get caught,” another snorted. “Sell servants, sell orphans, sell their own kin if the ledger’s bad enough. Here, they call that a crime, not good sense.” The bitterness in his voice told a story of his own. I filed it away, matching it against my memories of Father’s face when he signed my contract of the Beta’s grin in the shadows. “One of the princes is already here,” the third added, nodding toward the infirmary building. “Theron Mooncrest. Healer. Judge. The other sent word he’s riding in soon.”

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.