Novel & Cerita The Lost Prince Book

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

I couldn't imagine entering it and finding him missing. "You good for nothing PRINCE." I whispered in the night as I gazed up at the stars. "Wake up soon or I'll burn every book of 79 clues and P*rcy J*cks*n back at the palace. And I'll make sure you'll never get a copy again. Ever."

There was a quick pause. "I don't know.." she whispered. "What do you mean you don't know? You've kept that book here your entire life while waiting for her to come back," the man uttered and she glared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry Prince Wesley," she sarcastically uttered. Prince Wesley? So his name is Wesley and he's a prince.. I looked at his face and noticed how he was also handsome. "Damn," I uttered as I stared at him and both of them looked at me with confusion. I cleared my throat and looked at the book again.

In a dark and quiet place, two men were talking about important matters. "Have you found the Heart Stone , Your Majesty?" One of them asked the other. "No. The guards haven't found him at all," replied the man who was called His Majesty. "I suggest that the stone be found as soon as possible, Your Majesty! Otherwise, the prince is in danger!" The man-Your Highness just nodded. He paused thinking about something. Suddenly, the image of a brown-haired girl appeared in his head.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

The first prince is going to be a problem, no doubt, and despite having Mammon and Leviathan, the fourth prince also brings me worry. In the past, civilizations and islands were lost due to the fourth prince. He was also the reason I lost an eye and a disfigured leg in the past. I close my eyes and shiver when I remember the disturbing memory that makes the hairs on my arms stand. I brush them under the cloak when my eyes happen to catch a movement of a familiar figure walking down an alley. I find myself on my feet immediately. It’s a figure that I have not seen in a while.

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

"You look like you could be the long-lost Prince." "Long-lost Prince?" I reply. "About eighteen years ago the young Prince was stolen off the streets of Cairo," Gladys says as she wraps my arm. "He was stolen?" My heart sinks. This story is much different than what was said told to me by the people that raised me. "Yes, yes," she says as she walks away from me. "He was at the market with his Nanny. She turned around for a moment and then the young Prince disappeared."

A photograph burned around the edges but unmistakable: the late Queen, fangs barely showing, eyes hollow with sorrow. I want to scream. To march into the ballroom and tell Princess Victoria to run. To tell Prince George he is not alone. That I know. That I remember. But I can not . I need him to realize it on his own because once he does, he will have to choose between love and loyalty. Between the monster he is trying to hide… and the man he wants to be. And I pray to whatever is left in this cursed place… that he chooses right. The calm is ending.

I was grateful that the black turned gray. Where the fuck was I? That was the big question. I was trying to understand where I was, but nothing I saw was familiar. Well, I thought so until I saw it: Harry. He walked back and forth in a large office. The veins on the middle-aged man’s forehead were becoming more and more prominent, and the furrows were hardening in his eyes. I was a spectator of his life in real time. Suddenly, the door burst open. “My king! Our spies confirmed it. Prince Warren is Princess Emma’s fated mate.” I presumed the man was Harry’s beta.