The Class Prince Novels & Stories

Veron casually cracked a joke while the prince agreed with a smile. The prince looked towards us as he motioned Veron to introduce us. Noticing the hint, Veron smiled as he introduced us, “Well, these are my friends-“ ‘Who are your friends? I never talked you even once!’ “-as you already know Damien and Vincent are our classmates. These two lovely ladies are Miss Maya Winters and Miss Quinlynn De’Rosa. Everyone this is his highness the third prince Elijah Markus Atlantas, Gylen-“

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Manohar asked and I smiled, thinking how I started his name only even in my thoughts which will be difficult at work place. “I am! My Dad is a Prince which makes me a prince.” Harsha said grinning. “Prince?” he mumbled frowning and sighed. “You know who is a prince?” he asked Sudhir. “Who has a crown and… and so many things.” Sudhir replied while I coughed. “No! Prince is the one who cares for his people and loves them. Prince also takes care of his mother making sure she is fine.” Manohar explained. “I do that!” Sudhir mumbled frowning.

But I was curious so I turned around just to see who that prince that they adore and needed to reserve almost all the seats in the classroom just for him? There was a guy standing in the doorway holding his black jacket that was hanging on his right shoulder while the other hand was in the pocket of his pants. He has black hair and eyes. Okay, all I can say is, he has the looks. The seriousness of his face came out him being arrogant so maybe that’s his title, the Badboy Prince.

A huge wave of panic was born within me as the prince spoke to the audience. "Good morning, fellow students. As you might already know, I am the first prince Nicholas, and I will be your student council president until I graduate. I know this could sound problematic, but I would thank you if you could treat me as another student instead of the prince. At least here in the academy, WE ARE ALL equals" I don´t know if it was just me. No. It couldn´t have been just me. I´m sure everyone noticed the change of tune in his last phrase. I know it because there is a strange menacing aura emanating from him.

he asks me without hesitation. “Yes, I am Hunji, your new teacher. It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” I bow my head slightly at the young prince then take his hand and shake it. I look at the young prince, reminding myself that I was once a prince, cast out and sentenced to death at an age not so far from his. I took an instant liking to Prince Kellen; he wasn’t cocky, nor did he act as if he was above everyone – even if his rank and status deemed that he was.

Just before the end of the class, the crying stops, to the relief of many and the concern of others. — You are released - At the sound of these words, Lion runs out of the room towards the birth of the castle. His next class was fencing with a general renowned for all the nobles of the capital. To Lion's delight, among the students, was the little prince. As a newly appointed nobleman, fencing was entirely new and extremely difficult. Fortunately, that was Prince's specialty.As if to answer what had stopped the prince's crying, Moli casually enters the courtyard where was a line of all the other cadets ready for the class. With a little prince in her arms. He was almost six years old and was

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

She no longer sounds like a child, or even a young woman, she sounds like someone who was born to rule a country, a land of people, someone that has centuries of experience and knowledge. I turn to look at Lucero, nodding my head in deference to her. “Lucero.” I say. “Join with us, Aolis Stormbringer, Prince of Araphyra, the future King, mate to Lily Forte, the One True Queen, and Hera, Guardian of the Realm.”