Story Of The Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

KATHY❤💯🌈: Hey Good afternoon/night Sweetheart 💕 Damn she calls me princess now 😱 if i'm your princess then you're my queen 👑.. I missed you sooo much today.. Can't wait for you to be back tomorrow. There are some messages on WhatsApp waiting to be read by you ❤️.. I missed you today and I hope you be okay.. ❤❤.. I love you...❤

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

Anything would have been better than standing between a prince and an Alpha while the entire pack watched the cracks spread. The priest recovered first. “Prince Kael,” he said, gentler now, because gentleness could be another kind of control. “Your concern has been heard. Elara will not be touched unless necessary.” Concern. Kael’s face hardened. “That is not what this is.” The denial came too fast. Too sharp. Elara felt it strike something inside her, though she did not know why it hurt. Of course, it was not a concern. Concern was soft. This was something else.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever defended me. Even if she really can't do much, the intention is all that matters to me. Tilting a bit closer to me, Zuri whispers to my hearing alone, "They are the four princes from the founding families." That makes me frown. What would they want from me? Sweeping his head to the side, a third one among the princes, with an irregularly trimmed brown hair, flashes a smile at me, and it makes me cringe internally.

Ivy’s POV I flipped the card over and found more written on the other side. The story continued: The prince lived a carefree and reckless life, without a care in the world. He was like a lone kite, trying to chart his own way while the strong wind tried to control him. One day, the prince met a beautiful princess. She was so lovely he could not look away. Her sweet smile and soft voice charmed him and warmed his heart, which had been unfeeling for many years. He wanted to stay close to the princess, and he followed her everywhere. But she was not like him. He hurt her with his wild spirit, betraying her trust time and again. She wanted to leave him behind, but he could not imagine a life wit

She smiled and nodded. “Go ahead, Eliana’s daddy.” With trembling hands, Hunter took the storybook from his daughter and followed her to her room. He sat by the bed while Eliana lay down, hugging her doll. “It’s called The Prince Who Came Back to the Castle,” Eliana said. Hunter opened the first page. “Once upon a time… there was a prince who wandered too far from his castle. He forgot who he was, forgot who he loved… But one day, he came back. And found that his home… had always been waiting for him.”

I can feel her pleasure as if it was my own as it races through her body. With a loud popping sound, I release her nipple. “Don’t think about it, just say what needs to be said.” I say as her eyes hold a dreamy look. Hooking my thumbs in the waist of her shorts, starting to pull them down. “My dad’s dad, my grandpa is not a wolf but the last of the Royal Bears. The rightful king. My dad is the next in line.” Surprised, I stand staring at her. “You’re a princess? I always thought of you as my princess. I guess I was right on the mark with that one.” I say as I see a tear roll down her face. Wiping it off her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I ask her, cupping her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. “Th