The Happy Prince Book Novels & Stories

"Pompous lion shifter. The only one from his lineage. He's a high-ranked popular boy. But not as popular as the four princes from the founding families." I watch as the boy enjoys the attention he's getting from the female folks. "What a drama king," Zuri scoffs, shaking her head. "He's not even that cute." "He doesn't look bad." I offer my honest review. Zuri shakes her head. "He's just there. If you see the four founding princes, you'll know the difference between cute and handsome." I throw my head back in laughter. gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time?

Our differences, once distinct, had only become more pronounced over the years. Perhaps, in the time I wasn't by his side, he'd endured countless hardships to reach this status. Even without me, he had many others to support him. I couldn't find a trace of the Vincent who once cherished me with his whole being. He no longer belonged to me. But even so… I let out a sad laugh. The feelings I thought were buried deep suddenly stirred again, shaking in resonance with the man before me. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your assistance. I am not a citizen of Fugari; perhaps I should leave as soon as possible."

Cover to cover but books like this is never for my taste and liking. Just when I was to put the book back on the ground, "That's my favorite book. It's the King's last recommendation to me before he died," Prince Orius is already standing by my side and casually speaking to me like a dear and sweet boyfriend that he should be. I look up to his face. The curve of joy on his lips and the glisten of emotion on his eyes that I am used to seeing in mine these few days because a lot of things excites me is present on his pools.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

"Hello, Prince Gian." "I hope you're doing well," the prince said, his hands crossed behind him. "I am certainly doing my best right now. Thank you for asking." Deity Flora slowly faced the prince. "My, you do have a habit of sneaking up on everybody." The prince's nose flared with the observation. "I just happen to be in the right place, at the right time. Sheer luck, I supposed." "Luck never made a man wise. Remember that, My Prince." Deity Flora then curtsied as a sign of respect and started floating away.

he said and the kids pouted “Mommy do tell us a bedtime story,” the kids said and Alfred muttered an oh. He sat beside them. “There lived an innocent princess who was tortured by a prince. The prince made the princess his slave and made her life a living hell” Alfred paused and swallowed hard as the continued “He made life miserable for the princess but suddenly the princess went missing while she was pregnant with the prince's kids. The prince looked for the missing princess and was ready to be a good man when he found the princess. Even when everyone believed the princess was dead, the prince never believed it.

The prince was so pissed! "And who is she?" "Your highness, her friend need that book to get heal" "Tell me where we can find her right now!" ************ "And how could you do such silly act!" "I'm sorry, thought the prince might take the book away and we need it here. Perhaps you should praise me for being smart" "Ooh yeah, you're such a smart kid but listen the prince is looking you and as we speak they're on their way here to take you!"

— So small … — Says the prince, holding his hands together to touch the newborn baby. He watches her for some time until she suddenly starts singing in a low, slow voice in a tone that only a child her age could sing. All the servants and I were silent listening to the melody. The end was: ” Sleep, Little Princess.” Ironically, it was the little prince himself who fell to the ground beside the princess. But he had to admit, his little girl's face was very peaceful while he slept. Melinda slowly takes Prince off my lap and snuggles him in her arms.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

The prince nodded his head a couple of times in understanding before reaching for an old-looking book from the top of the bookshelf. "What is this?" I asked when he handed me the book without any explanation. "Take a look at what's inside; I think it's self-explanatory," Prince Leonard replied. I wasn't sure why it was the case, but I couldn't help feeling very uneasy as I took the book from his hand. I slowly flipped through the pages to find old photographs of people that I did not recognize. Most of them were family portraits of people who seemed wealthy. At first, nothing caught my attention apart from the fact that there were always children and girls present in the family portraits, wh