The False Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

As elder of the Alchemy Hall, Merrick had the keenest eye for reading a person's gift. Looking at the state of Lucian now, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. "A muddled five-element false gift! This—this is beneath even the lowest dregs of a mixed gift! "With aptitude like this, forget the Ashveil Order. Not even the most third-rate little band of hedge-mages would take him!" The moment the words were out, the whole hall erupted. Everyone stared at Lucian as though they'd seen a ghost. The favored genius they'd cradled in their hands, the future they'd cherished, was actually... a worthless dud who couldn't even set foot on the path to power?

"I learned Classical Latin just for you. All those years ago, when you were calling me your walking blood bag... I heard every word." The color drained from his face. "When you told your friends Serena was your queen and I was just practice," I continued, "and that when you were done playing, I'd still be right here waiting. I heard it all." "No..." he whispered, stumbling back a step. "It wasn't like that. I was just..." "Just trying to act tough in front of your friends?" I scoffed. "Or were you just protecting your precious pride as a vampire prince?" "I love you!" he shouted, his voice raw. "It's only ever been you! Serena was a mistake, and I know that now!"

He immediately came back and sit beside me in the bed. "Why is this the book you what you want me to read?” "Nothing. I just want to hear the story again. I like the scenes especially in the part where the prince finds out that his fiancé is not the real owner of the beautiful voice that he fell for” The smile disappeared from his lips. I smiled deep inside. It's fun to fool around with a pretender. “Why do you like it?” “No reason. I just love it how the prince dump the fake one”

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

She turned when she noticed me ,she had tears in her eyes . "Who are you?"she asked but I scoffed. Here she goes with her drama . I walked over to where she was and snatched the picture from her ,it was a picture of me and my parents in the throne room. "Who I am is none of your business ,I replied rudely . I felt like strangling her at that moment. "Who are you?"she asked again and I sigh . "Yes I am a prince ,I am prince Asim Berlin crowned prince of Alexandria , and those are my parents.I know I lied about my identity for my selfish reasons ,but what about you huh?I questioned but she only looked at me confused.

“But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—” “Let’s say that this magic chamber do exists, still, we can’t personally see it and we always have the saying, ‘to see is to believe’ particularly to that kind of topic,” I said. “But the prince—” “Oh, how I hate that word. Don’t tell me you want to meet the prince too?” “Yeah, but the rumor that he is here is a fake one that spread like a wildfire because of those sick fans of him.” I laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Abbas asked Prince, "Who are you, young man, and what do you desire on this continent?" "Hey, don't you spit bullshit. Do you believe the Indo continent is devoid of men?" said Prince authoritatively. If you don't want any problems, simply park your demons and leave this content right away, or I will murder you and all your descendants. Oh, your statement has made me realize what kind of person you are. You are Justice Maclean, Prince of Scotland. Everyone knows you're dead, so why are you returning, or are you a ghost? I'm sorry, ghost, but I don't deal with ghosts; I deal with real people. You should go if you don't want a second-death master ghost. I check on Dr. Boating, my servant. So,

Nothing. He left with her. A few minutes later Prince Ace walks into the palace, heading straight to the auditorium. His eyes filled with wrath, rage, and displeasure. He was looking for that guard that came to pass false information to him, anger boldly evident in his eyes, as in matches into the auditorium ready to take down the head of that beast. On getting closer to the Auditorium, his legs quicken in anger, he was not going to spare the life of that beast if the slave, traders takes more than 30 of those slaves.

It was just too tempting. The prince continued to talk, about how he came to save Nathaniel and killed all the bandits by himself. It was a long monologue, filled with unnecessary, flowery details. They were a mixture of exaggerations and direct lies. When the bowl was empty, Nathaniel finally raised his head again. He hadn't even bothered to listen to any of that crap, ignoring the prince blatantly. "Get out. I want to sleep."

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.