The False Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her brows drew tighter by the second, and her expression darkened. "It really isn't Witherfall." Disbelief sharpened her voice. "This is a high-end counterfeit that closely mimics Witherfall. The onset and symptoms are almost identical, but it's nothing more than a fake. It won't cause real organic damage. It only looks terrifying. In the end, the Prince will recover on his own through natural metabolism." "Isn't that good?" Lucas said with a smile. "You won't even have to detoxify him, and the Prince will still be safe and sound."

Sir John also did not believe Khalil, making him turn his head to look at him. “Khalil, I’m asking you for the last time. Did you tell the prince anything?” Sir John said. “If you guys are not going to believe me, then don’t. But I am telling you the truth already, I was the one that told Prince Felix all about Lu.” He said, looking directly at her.

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

Edward reads the thoughts of other people. In the past, I heard William talking about it to a partner of him, he said that the prince has a scary ability and they needed to be wary of it. They always wore artefacts that send false thoughts. The reader will be able to hear what they want to hear. William was a close friend of the prince. Edward knows that I was reborn and I know about the future. I am disappointed at myself, I couldn’t see it. It’s disappointing!

He was still kowtowing her while flattering a bit in the hope of her stone heart melted a bit. “Oh! So the rumor is true! Hahaha… Goblin Prince plucked the immature fruit which was meant to give to the crown prince. Let’s go. Let me have a look at this daring weird prince. It’s getting fun nowadays around the Eladrin Court.” She cheered like a little girl who got a new toy to play with. She hurried to the prison where Azalias was having his worst nightmare of his life. ==========

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

Sighing, he finally turned his attention to the old man and asked, “The whole you are trying to envision on my face will not appear.” Alfred scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, asking, “So the prince is alive?” Shawn shook his head. “No, whatever made you think that?” “Shawn, his majesty asked when would they see him and you said when he wants to be seen, what was that all about?” He asked. Shawn rubbed his head and looked at the girls beside him. They looked at him knowingly but couldn’t give him a lie to tell. “Shawn, do not lie to me. We are already working together and you are pinning crimes on the Queen of this Kingdom that she is not the culprit of,” he said.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.