The False Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I thought you were an illegitimate child." Prince Ron fumed. "Well, I lied! With the way you talked about my family, I was afraid you'd kill me! Tell him to put me down! At least I only lied. You're worse! You decieved me! You made me find those books for you and now you plan to use my body? I can't believe I trusted you!" Prince Kayziel just laughed as they walked. "Yeah, you're quite stupid for believing an Elf spirit you found underground.Did you even stop to think about why I was underground? Why Zedekiel would keep the spirit of his uncle in such a place?”

the young man finally deigned to ask, curiosity coloring his words. The story-teller grimaced, “By right and law, yes… but not everyone here takes her title seriously. In fact, there were rumors that the Princess we have right now is a fake.” “A… fake?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued, the rumors here are getting wilder than the last; it was fascinating in a morbid sort of way, “What does that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what it means, lad.” One of the older men lowered his drink to level him with red-tinged, tired eyes, “Aye, that the Princess had been corrupted by evil long ago, before she was even born… that a demon had taken refuge inside her body.”

“I heard my name.” “That gentleman called my name, Javier.” The Prince faked laughter, shaking his head for extra effort. It was killing him that he had to lie again. “He must have heard me calling you. Come on now” ***

Audrey know that she overreacted just a while ago so she tried to rephrase her question and said meekly. "What I mean to asked is,... Are you a prince????" Why do I keep on meeting a prince this time????? When did they become easy to meet??? Audrey asked herself. "Ohhh? Yes! It is my pleasure meeting you milady. My name is Nike. I am the third son of the emperor with Empress Qi. So we can say, I am the third prince!" He said as he reached for Audrey hand like a gentleman. He bow his head and was about to kiss the back of Audrey's hand when he heard a low growl

I asked to make sure that I understood what he was telling me clearly. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that everything printed on these pages is entirely false, but somethings are definitely false,” he replied. “Like what?” I asked as my curiosity started taking over me. “Well, let’s see...this part for example…” the prince said as he flipped through to a page in the book. He slid the opened book across towards me and my eyes were immediately drawn to his beautiful index finger as he pointed to the words printed on the page. My eyes lingered on the prince’s finger for a moment before I started reading the text on the page.

he mused. “I was thinking same and almost asked that,” Derrick chuckled a little. They then awaited my answer. I inhaled and answered. “I’m a Prince.” They froze. “What?” all three asked. “I’m- I’m a Prince.” “Wait,” Derrick muttered. “A real Prince or.” “A real prince.” “You’re kidding right?” they mused altogether. “I’m not. Check my full name online. Asahd Usaïd.” They were silent and seemed shocked. Then, we watched Alex hurriedly take his phone out and type my name in a search engine. Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped.

"My name is..." "He’s the prince, Gabriel," Deacon continued. "Prince Augustus Cynfael Hearst Clemente." Gabriel unexpectedly punched Prince Augustus in the face, Deacon and Mishelley swiftly stopped him. "For goodness’ sake, Gabriel! He’s the prince!" Mishelley exclaimed. "Psychopath prince. Don’t you recall what Gemma said, that prince..." Gabriel pointed to the prince. "Made Gemma’s life miserable. Acting novel but a sadist."

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Then he turned, and took the other girl's hand. "Welcome home. My true bride." That was all he said. The hall exploded. "This is unreal. She doesn't actually think Lord Alexander loved her, does she?" "A fake trying to marry into a vampire House." "No noble blood, just a regular human. What is she even?" The voices cut into my ears like knives. The people who'd flattered me, who'd fawned over me, who'd tried to get close to me, every one of them stood with my family and the man I'd grown up with and helped shove me into hell.

A gasp slipped from Noelle's lips, and shock registered on the faces of those around her. Silas readjusted in his seat, his gaze piercing through the two girls kneeling before him. “I smell insincerity, Audrey. I can tell when a wolf isn’t telling the truth. So speak—I'll get the truth out of you, either by your words or by torture.” Audrey shuddered at the prince's intimidating tone. Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but no words came out. Finally, she broke down in tears. “It wasn’t my fault. I was sent. I’m scared, my prince, please don’t make me say it,” Audrey sobbed, shaking violently.