The Lost Prince Novel Novels & Stories

Third Person Point Of View: The prince stayed beside his princess’s bed for nights. She was yet to wake up, the doctors have said that she still needed to heal after everything that had happened to her. The prince was unaware that his love would not remember him, he was not aware that all she remembered of him was his brown eyes, and even the peace the princess tried finding in those brown eyes, were now close to nonexistent as she couldn’t see herself having any peace after what the king had done to her.

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

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.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

I didn’t ask to give someone head. Heck, if I would've known I wouldn't have entered the damn maze in the first place. Probably wouldn't have followed Lucien altogether last night. “I found him,” Juno interrupts. My eyes snap open. “Who?” “Santiago Álvarez"

Seven years old and still able to sleep through the end of the world. He looked at them both for a long moment. Maya's hand found his in the cold. He turned his palm up and her fingers laced through his and he held on. Across the grounds the library rose dark and solid against the treeline, its stained glass windows catching the first pale light of morning. Whatever answers existed in this world were inside that building. Whatever the truth was about Vargr, about Ivy, about what was coming for all of them. He just wasn't sure they were ready for what they'd find.

"INSIDER REVEALS PRINCE FORBIDS ANY MENTION OF HIS WHEREABOUTS DURING HIS DISAPPEARANCE." "ALL HUMANS WHO WITNESSED HIS VULNERABLE STATE HAVE VANISHED." My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the mouse. The cold, ruthless prince described in the news was a completely different person from the Adrian I knew—the one who got scratched by cats and whimpered for comfort. No, I had it all wrong. The sweet, clumsy Adrian was the disguise. The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. My trembling fingers opened a supernatural consulting website.

And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break. His fangs slipped down, scraping the inside of his lip. Hunger flared hot in his veins, sharp enough to taste. But the ache in him was not simply for blood. It was for the moment of undoing—for the exquisite instant when the prince's control would snap and all that hidden fire would come pouring out. What would you be like beneath the silk and ceremony, little prince? His imagination painted delicious alternatives: Prince Caelum not in state robes but stripped of pretense entirely. That commanding voice reduced to something honest and raw. All that noble restraint melting under careful, deliberate pressure.

I tightened my fingers around the skirt of my dress as the servant finally stopped outside my chambers. The doors opened immediately and Sarah and Mina rushed toward me. “Princess!” “What happened?” “Are you alright?” “Did he hurt you?” The questions came all at once. “I’m fine,” I muttered. The girls looked unconvinced. Mina shut the doors quickly behind me before hurrying closer. “What did the Prince say?” I exhaled slowly. “Not much.” Sarah frowned immediately. “Not much?” “He called me there…” I trailed, still trying to understand it myself. “Then he looked at me strangely for a while and told me to leave.”