Swan Princess No More Mr Nice Guy Novels & Stories

Luke was in the shower as instructed. He quickly rinsed off his body and dried himself off with a towel. He grabbed the clothes that were given to him. It was an ivory long silk slip dress and a beige cashmere knit sweater. Luke never wanted to wear dresses again, but now he is presented with no choice. Luke sighed and put on his underwear and clothes.

she commanded, though her tone suggested she already knew secrets that would remake the world. "He's everything Isabella raised him to be—noble, defiant, beautiful enough to make angels weep. And absolutely convinced he's saving his kingdom through sacrifice." Ysoria's laughter was silver bells over broken glass. "Perfect. Utterly, perfectly perfect." She turned to gaze out the crystalline windows at moon-drunk gardens where blood-red roses bloomed in eternal midnight. "Accept their offer, General. But make it clear—this prince comes to us not as a guest, but as a slave. Let them wrap their sacrifice in ceremony and call it diplomacy."

Alex shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, "Cut the chatter. You think Ms. Emerson would dangle a fortune just for kicks? If this guy's the real deal, he's your golden ticket out of debt. "But let's get one thing straight–not just any guy with a moon on his skin can clear the slate. "We've had jokers try to pass off fakes before, clueless about where the real deal should be. They just slapped on a crescent and called it real."

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

Nobles pressed close, their questions and compliments sticky as honey. “Princess, the envoys must be charmed by your grace.” “Elara, will you not dance tonight? The hall begs for it.” “You sit beside Kieran so well—you already seem matched.” Each word felt like a chain tightening around her throat. She smiled, nodded, let the words slip past her lips like a mask—but inside, her wolf snarled. When she finally stole a moment of silence, Serenya appeared at her side. “Elara.” The girl’s smile was soft, her gown gleaming pale green, delicate as springtime. “You look radiant tonight.”

before pressing Decline. ​At the mansion, the call abruptly ended. Javier stared at her phone in disbelief. "He declined..." Her smile faded for the first time, though she quickly tried to rationalize it. "No. He must have touched it by mistake." ​Just then, her phone vibrated again. Relief washed over her face as she picked it up, expecting him. "Alex?" ​But it wasn't him. It was a news notification that read: Breaking News: Swan Group CEO Alex Swan Makes Public Appearance with Renowned Journalist Camille Mia on Her Return to the Country.

"Everything is going as planned, can't complain." "How is the prince?" Agnes asked. "I'm not sure as I barely see him." "Does he have no interest in you?" Evelyn asked. "No he doesn't he has Princess Nadia and I think they are a match made in heaven." Aurora tried to sound neutral but those words were choking her for some odd reason. "I saw you serving them yesterday." Lucy counted her. "It's my job I'm afraid." "Who was the handsome man that approached you yesterday?" Lucy asked.

“Well, wherever you are from, be rest assured that you will not live the same life here. Things are done differently and if you work hard, you will be rewarded.” Savannah’s heart fluttering at the note in the King’s voice. Was…was it wishful thinking or that was true? “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Someone exclaimed, his voice dripping with flirtation as he came to stand before Savannah. It’s prince Gareth. The first prince is here! Why is he talking to this ugly skank? Savannah heard these murmurs from the maids hanging back and she blushed crimson. What the hell was going on? This really was far from the invisibility she’d hoped her. Was she that ugly that people had to notice h

THE OLD MAN clenched his hands, but in the end, he said, “No, your highness. Please proceed with the initial punishment.” “Very well,” Swan said and patted the father’s back before turning to a female mage who was crying. She wiped the latter’s tears away before taking her in her arms. She healed Sarah and fixed her dress using a spell. “Hush now. You are okay, Sarah. You are safe,” she whispered. “Thank you for standing up for me, your highness.”

Having Sylvia Elon as a sister was one thing, but to have the Princess of Swanville as your backer was another. “Wow, now there’s another one. How many women did this man offend?” “She looks better than all of them, and she also looks familiar.” “Will you please be quiet? That’s Dynasty Syrum, Princess of Swanville. He’s done for now, and I wonder what big family they come from to have her as their backer?” “M….Miss. Dynasty, what do I owe the pleasure?” Steve studdered. “For starters, you can let the woman go. I don’t think she wants to accompany you.”