The False Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Yeah. A fake priest.” “You didn’t have to add ‘fake,’” Carden muttered. “So,” Carlos continued, “what happened? How did the confession go?” “Well… I didn’t hear Arnold’s confession,” Carden said. “But I think I saved Anna.” He explained everything—what Anna had told him, how frightened she’d been, and how Arnold still insisted she was his wife. “Wow,” Carlos breathed. “I believe her. Your little dream girl can’t be lying.” “I believe her too,” Carden said. “But I don’t understand this ‘uncle’ story.”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

Dead. Since this madness began, since the day we discovered that the damned prince was indeed alive, I had realized that history books were actually false at worst, or half truths at best. And it made me wonder how much more information was warped and twisted and etched in ink and how much more was left unsaid and erased from existence. I sighed and shut the book, dropping it on the patch of grass beside me and going back to the textbook I had been reading before my anxiety got the better of me.

“So, this is the man that have caused all the outcries of my people!” shouted the Emperor. Cheng whimpered in his chains, making it clink. “Tell me is it true!” “It’s a lie! That man seduces me. Saying that he got the cure for the disease!” shouted Princess Kay. The Empress looked at her in disbelief. “Empress, please you got to believe me. That man tricked me.” “So, you’re spoiled and now rotten to the core,” said the Emperor.

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

He closed it after a while and decided to drop it back in one of the shelves. Just as he was putting the book back on the shelf, he paused. No, he couldn’t leave it behind. It didn’t belong here. Not in this forgotten section. He was sure now that this book belonged on the other side, the part the King strictly forbade him from exploring. He was able to figure this out because all the books that he had seen were merely child's play, and none reflected true stories. They were heroic books that talked about past Lycanis leaders, half of whom Valen was sure had to be fake.

I was sure they could all hear my racing heart. “You are not going to the dungeons. This woman, Julia, is Prince Eric’s mate,” the Queen advised the doctor. He shook his head, “I met the prince’s soon to be mate today. She is expecting their first pup,” the doctor said. The words struck my heart, causing me to gasp and grab my chest. The Queen looked at me, before looking to the doctor sharply, “Are you questioning your Queen, doctor?” Elizabeth asked the now pale looking doctor. He shook his head, “Of course not, my Queen. I am questioning this imposter,” he said before the King interrupted him.

His chest was already burning. "You believe what he says? He claims to be Cayden and you believe it? What is he talking about that makes you believe his words? He's not Cayden, Miss Harper." "Prince, please don't be angry. Let's talk about this calmly, hmm? You've always been kind to me. I really appreciate that. I'm sure you won't hurt me. You won't disappoint me either, right?" Prince gritted his teeth. The more misunderstandings he heard, the more his blood boiled.

"I'm not really a nice person, and time is ticking. You'd better be smart about things, or I'll make you. You remember how pained you were just seconds ago, don't you? Do you want to try it again?" The prince's lips trembled as all its muscles shuddered in his fear. Thinking about the pain, it could not stop itself. That pain caused it to lose control, and the prince even felt like it was worse than being thrown into boiling oil. Its hands trembled as it lowered its head and said, "I don't know anything!" Fane laughed, kneeling next to it as he then said, "Do you think I'll believe you? You're the thirteenth prince. You're a noble that's high up in your society. No one will believe you if yo

“You were going to lead yourselves to danger by fighting the kings and queens Princess, I could not deny that it was brave, but the armies they had ready to fight you, upon the declaration of war which was answered by Queen Beatrice, King Alexander, and Princess Delilah…” “Hold on, what?” I asked stopping the man who frowned in confusion at the fact that I was oblivious to that part. “I had told you that the kings weren’t who responded to the war declaration…” “But you never mentioned that it was the king, queen, and princess who answered it” I said stopping him from finishing his sentence as I remembered the fact that he had indeed told me of father not answering the note, but he had passed