The Class Prince Novels & Stories

What he wanted in return was to date me. He was Prince Dern, the Prince who was thorny to the woman. His temperament is similar to the temperament of the third Prince. Why do I now see people who resemble the Princes of the Kingdom of Norland? This is no longer a coincidence. My guess is true! "Hey, Isagn!" The three of us turned our attention to Kaith. "Don't flirt with that because the man already has a girlfriend." I wondered. How does she know? Did she know Clarence? She never mentioned it to me.

Royals never had to go to school, as they could be taught in their Palace, and he was at the time, still a Prince when he came. For his first few weeks, they never met. Him too busy with crowds of High and Lowborn children flocking around him and her too busy with keeping her nose in her book. The day they met, had been on a sunny day, her hurrying to a class and not looking at where she was going and bumping into someone that had his chest as hard as a rock. Her books fell to the floor and immediately she was on the floor, picking up her books. Elizabeth was wondering why he wasn't joining and looked up, ready to give the male a piece of her mind till she saw who it was.

Staring at the building in front of him,Wan ke gazes it up to down observing how precious this place is for every prince of all states kingdom. Taking a deep breath in he lets it out with a loud sigh thinking about his days ahead,his life has always been different from others. He walks in through the arch in the entrance preparing his mind and heart for the new level of his life. Wale follows him in carrying his luggages. "Drop them here," Wan Ke orders stopping in his tracks in the path where everyone are gathered. The path is crowded with students who are the Prince of other states kingdom.

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

I plugged my phone in and went to bed early no way was I letting Mr Smug Prince get a jump on me because I was tired. My alarm rung at 5 am and I got out of bed pulling on a silver blue lyrcra training shorts and a black sports bra, I zipped myself into a white hooded zip top for the walk to the training area. I went to the pack breakfast hall finding my father and some of the elite Fianna warriors there getting ready to do their own training. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and adding a scoop of natural yougart I went to grab the honey when my hand was beaten to it by someone who had come up along side me. His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself.

Titan was still trying to convince the Prince to delay entering the Dale of the Doppelgängers until after his first shift. “Your increase in power, Prince Hayden, will be significant, unprecedented. You are your father’s son and he is perhaps the greatest Alpha King to date. Your skill even before your shift at battle outmatches that of your father’s back when he was a boy! Imagine how easy it’ll be for you to get the sword from the Doppelgängers after you inherit your full power. It’ll be the most sure course to victory. Think of…” “Titan!” Said the Prince sharply. “That is enough. My mind is made up.”

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

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

He vividly remembered how fine Prince Mharl to some subjects and he even excelled since Primary school, high school and now in college. “My son, you look awesome in your tuxedo. Congratulations on another award you have from your art class, science, and history. You did it again. The honor you had in your primary before is now another journey you face in your high school. The queen hugged and made a pat on Prince Mharl’s back. The king shook the prince’s hands and whispered, “Son, I am proud of you! You’re free to choose what course you want to take.” Prince Mharl was known to be a horse and motor rider. One day, as he drove a customized 1981 Honda CM400 Hondamatic and known to be Denmark’s