Stories About Prince Novels & Stories

Back at the palace and the entire kingdom, the news going round was about the death of the prince of Madonia. It went like this, ' The prince couldn't arrive to the palace because he was involved in a ghastly carriage accident. Everyone, including the prince died.' it left everyone in a state a mourning for loosing a royalty so close to their borders.

I could only get angry. Prince charming? Any idiot who comes to think something like this might exist has certainly never had to deal with a real prince in his entire life. Arrogant, selfish, a child who grew up to see the world in a unique way. A prince could even be a human being, but he was also someone who would soon become king and as such, would have responsibilities. Too many responsibilities to waste time being kind and human. I snitched. It was annoying for mortals to see these tales as anything but bullshit, but... was it so different from the other tales? When I started reading them, practically giving up on it and dressing up as a ghost (with a sheet on my face) - I was surprised

Elisabet admired Queen Lucia and she didn't even know it. "Lisa, hymitheíte tin istoría gia to korítsi sto potámi kai ton prínkipa." Prince Alexius then proceeded to asking his daughter if she remembered the story about the Prince and the girl from the river. Princess Elisabet's face immediately lit up, it was her favorite story. Queen Lucia was taken aback, she never thought that Alexius would tell anyone let alone his daughter. She felt overwhelmed. "Nai." Princess Elisabet responded with a yes, with a quirky smile on her face.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I asked. “Sorry mate, My name is Arthur, Prince of the Kingdom of Slovenia,” Arthur said. So he was the infamous prince Arthur. This guy had a reputation that everyone in the world knew about it. This prince ruled his kingdom but didn’t have the title of King. He was a playboy but a fantastic strategic person and excellent in combat. His kingdom was one of the most advanced and rich ones globally, and he had two sisters. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said.

Dapper, gallant with a dash of humor on the side, were the reasons why ladies want to throw themselves to the third prince. But in every family there will always be a black sheep and royalty or not, there's no exemption to this. The Royal Family has two and goes by the name of Prince Lazlo and Prince Lachlan, both were drop-dead gorgeous bad boys who choose girls and bikes over books and studies. Dubbed by the media as Royal Rebel and Fuvkboi respectively, scandal follows them everywhere faster than their Lambos and Bugatti. They're the walking pain in the ass, if I may add.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

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.

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”