The False Prince Novels & Stories

Not quickly enough not to pick up the hint of irate and irrational jealousy that flooded the Halfling inherent. As a rule, fae do not lie. Prevaricate, naturally, twist the truth, most definitely. But lying was something they couldn't physically do. "If you say so. I haven't seen any evidence to the contrary." He smirked down at the fiery redhead, his mask slipping for a moment as the Spark flared hot in his chest. "But for now, all the Prince requires of you is a carriage, and horses. That is all." Bailey flicked a dismissive gesture at the stable master and she laughed in response.

Bastard Prince’s expressions were deceptively composed as if he was unfazed by Kitten’s reply, but his surprise was given away by a brief gasp, when Kitten threw that file on his face. “You lied to my dad that you have brain cancer and need a brain chip for its cure. To save your life, he provided you with money and resources, setting up a lab for research.” Her rage glimmered her eyes with tears as she questioned. “Prince Edith, you didn’t even hesitate to deceive a person who raised you. Is this how you treat your family and savior? How can you cheat on your uncle?” All eyes gawked at that bastard, this new set of information completely caught us off guard. The Bastard Prince harbored ill

I let my housekeeper’s son, Blake Livingston, stay at my house. Instead, he went to school and stole my identity, pretending to be me. One afternoon, our housekeeper, Fanny Livingston, brought food to school. When I reached for one of the containers, Blake said sarcastically, "Finn, this is the food my family’s housekeeper made for me. I may treat you like a brother, but that doesn’t mean you can just help yourself." Listening to our classmates whisper about me, I knew that in my previous life, I would have simply walked away. I wouldn’t even have bothered explaining myself. Unfortunately for him, I’d been reborn. Right in front of everyone, I dumped his lunch over his head. "You stay i

his manhood still stiff but he could not have a chance to use it for his pleasure before the guards were coming. The young prince quickly made himself look decent and faced the guards who were waiting outside the cell. The guards bowed before the prince, then one of them began to speak, “Prince Aiden, I heard someone was getting rape,” another then added, “the scream was coming from this way, my Lord.” “It’s a hoax made by Patrick and his neighbor Jeremiah.” Aiden answered, “There was no rape, just a bunch of liars and crazy people.” The guards looked at each other, they seemed to doubt the prince’s explanation, but they did not dare to object.

Lucian himself had gone paler than paper. He stared at his own hands in disbelief, feeling the muddy, churning power inside him. The disguise around him—the shell of a supreme Tidewater Gift, piled together from some secret art and a fortune in rare reagents and relics—had been shattered to nothing by my palm. "No... impossible... this is impossible!" He screamed, half out of his mind. He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could.

"Oh, em, geeee! So The Prince does not have any ideas that his first love is actually a devil in disguise?" Mourge raise a brow. "Who the fuck is Sevastian's first love?" Red frown. "His first love is Sabrina...or maybe Sabrina did something again to have the Prince! Oh gosh! Mang aagaw ng Prinsepe!" Mourge wince. "Speak in out language, Red." Things is clear now. The Villain is just around them. They need to be more careful. Especially, Peach.

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.

Seri knew that if she tried to save her tears, she would just end up being the fake princess with messed up make-up, and that's not something that she needed as of the moment. The huge doors opened and a bunch of important leaders of the world slowly emptied the room. The prince strategically waited for every single one of them to leave before revealing himself in front of an old lady. She smiled at the prince and happily reached out her arms to hug him tightly. "Did you eat well, my dear?" The lady asked. "I hope that making you entertain the princesses was much better than talking with all those leaders. If it was not, I'd be more than guilty that I chose to switch places with you."

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."

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.