That Prince Is Mine Novels & Stories

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

“Even if he never forgives me.” I turned away. As I did, my phone vibrated. One word. Unknown number. You should have left. Another followed. Now you die with him. I stared at the screen, heart racing, and knew one thing for sureI wasn’t leaving anymore. The story broke before dawn. I didn’t need coffee. The words burned my eyes. “Aide Ethan Corrupts Prince AdrianPalace in Turmoil.” I tore the paper in half. Shards of ink flew like knives.

He ground his teeth in frustration he would get her back and teach her to obey him regardless of where she had been brought up she needed to know that she belonged to him. A few days later there was a news item on the main news channel showing the Prince on his yacht with his arm around a bikini-clad Juliette, ‘È questa la nuova fidanzata del Principe?’ [Is this the Prince’s new girlfriend?]

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

"Haven't you heard of the rumors of your so-called husband" "As you said, they are just rumors" I stood my ground. "But you seem to forget darling. To every rumor, there is always one truth. Even if it is the slightest" "Why should I believe you?" "You don't need to," he smiled. "You just have to see it for yourself. Seeing is believing Hattie" He said and walked past me. The words he earlier said to me began to ring in my head."With time you will know why the mad prince is called the mad prince"

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

"Prince," Emily shook her bodyguard's arm, "answer me. What’s your real name? Are you Cayden?" Prince remained silent. His eyes fluttered. "Answer me, Prince. Who are you? Are you Cayden?" Emily's voice became more and more stressful. Suddenly, Prince let out a laugh. "You think of me as Cayden again? Do you expect your first love to be as handsome as me?" "I'm not joking, Prince! If you weren't Cayden, it’s impossible for you to know about that promise."

Replying the prince, “I don’t think your wife is a kid as to require discipline'. Prince stiles hated being challenged, and prince Alden just did so, with clenched fist, and gritting of teeth so much that, princess Amelia thought he was about to break his teeth, replied “ like you said it is my wife not yours” prince Alden wanted to rule him up and he did just that, triumphantly he replied prince Alden, “ohhh, I didn’t want her anymore that is why she is yours” leaving prince stiles gaping at him as he left them.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.