The False Prince Audiobook Novels & Stories

We gaped like idiots, standing looking at the very arrogant Prince, and the two soldiers who now gave the same expression as me. “Sa-Sarah's brother?” one of the soldiers stuttered. Sarah was the name Prince uses to impersonate the student of Doctor Gordon. And now he claimed to be her brother? What plans did he have now? "You're right, Estelle," said my wolf. "He's too smart, even more so than us." "You know we're just fleas, right?" I asked it.

When I tried freeing my hands from the rope, the door on my front suddenly opened and I was greeted by Lurcos with his pretty and kinky smiles. “You’re awake, Princess,” he said before going on top of me before closing the door. My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the heck! Get off me!” I tried protesting by pushing him off but I am nothing compared to his huge build. He cornered my face in between his arms and moved his face closer to mine. “Ahh….!” I tried shouting, but he immediately covered my mouth. “Shh, Princess! No one’s going to hear you anyway. I just sent off your two big guys using your phone. It’s just you and me now,” he whispered under me.

Try to give us our Queen again, for if you do you will be rewarded; if not, it will be the worse for you. at these words the Prince, who had been growing more and more astonished, was fairly terrified, and dropping the book with a crash he sank back insensible. The noise he made brought his guards to his aid, and as soon as he revived they asked him what was the matter. he answered that he was so faint and giddy with hunger that he had imagined he saw and heard all sorts of strange things. thereupon, in spite of the King's orders, the guards gave him an excellent supper, and when he had eaten it he again opened his book, but could see none of the wonderful pictures, which convinced him that

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Even false intimacy. But she had started this. And her father had escalated it beyond reason. I picked up my phone and placed the call to Roger Longman. I used my own encrypted connection. The phone rang once. Twice. Then clicked. A voice came through, smooth with arrogance. “Prince Arden,” Roger Longman said, and the way he spoke my title sounded like mockery wrapped in politeness. “Have you finally come to your senses?” Sebastien stopped pacing instantly, eyes narrowing. Richard’s gaze sharpened.

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

Saint makes eye contact and frowns at me, I just roll my eyes at him. My head is still on overdrive from what the spirits have been saying on repeat since I woke up. THE GOLDEN KINGDOM IS ONCE AGAIN IN THREAT FROM ENEMIES OF OLD. DECEPTION CAN GUIDE THE TRUE PINK QUEEN DOWN THE WRONG ROAD, WHEN THE BOND THAT SHOULD DOES NOT ARRIVE. WHILE THE GOLDEN PRINCE FALLS AT THE FEET OF DARKNESS LIKE HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE. BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK.

Chen Li thought to herself, “As for whether it's true or false, I think it should be true! Because the prince has no reason to lie to us...” That's right, Chen Li could tell that the prince was about to die! As the saying goes, a man's words are kind when he is about to die! At this point, it was impossible for the prince to hide anything from them. Since it wasn't a lie, then was it true? However, no matter how one looked at it, this kind of thing was very strange! Was the prince really not joking? She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried!