The Mermaid Prince Novels & Stories

The lady had even threaded gold chains throughout the hairstyle. “I feel beautiful, Grandma.” They smiled at each other and thanked the stylist letting her go. Clary helped Ember into her dress. Which fit her perfectly. It was a royal purple mermaid style dress that flared beautifully at the knee with a slit up the one side, it had an off shoulder top and hugged all of her curves perfectly. The back was very low cut and she chuckled to think what her father would say if he saw her in it. Ember turned and gave her grandma a tight hug. They picked out some amethyst jewellery that Clary and found that complimented the royal purple dress. Both ladies jumped a little when they heard a knock on th

There was a little beautiful mermaid in the sea with bright red hair. "Who is this?" I asked, pointing at the mermaid in awe and Jax peeked at the book beside me. "That's Ariel. She's the princess of the sea." Jax said and I gasped in awe, suddenly interested in the book as I laid against the floor, dangling my leg above me as I swiped to the next page. There was a picture of a roaring sea and a dark woman who appeared like a witch. I frowned, seeing the mermaid Jax had referred to as Ariel look up at the witch in fear.

His uncle and cousins are urging him to join the company and he said he will join once he accomplishes something in life. . Sitting on a horseback he was looking like a prince. The baraat procession filled with colours of joy and fervour stood at our entrance. I was decked up in a wine lehenga accompanied by traditional jewellery. Like the princess that I was, I wore my grandmother's jewellery. All beautiful and elegant. Feeling someone’s presence I lifted my eyes to look at the person through the mirror and I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them again to be sure but it was true my prince stood behind me. Our gazes met through the mirror. He kept his hands on my shoulder and slowly turned

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.

And the crowd reacts like he’s the sun they revolve around. Students- seniors most likely- straighten. A few girls whisper wjile eyeing him like candy. Teachers glance up and nod at him approvingly- not even trying to hide that he’s their favourite student. Lucien doesn’t acknowledge any of them. He doesn’t have to. Cause he’s got all of them wrapped in the palm of his hand. Golden boy of Ravenwood. Star athlete. Top of every list that matters. The one the school parades for the press. The one e6ven the shadows respect.

The red wild curls adornig my daughter's head like a shocking halo cemented my decision. "How about Merida Dorothy Sinclair?" I whispered to my mate. "Couldn't be more fitting and perfect." Eoin whispered back. Then to the room he said. "Meet Her Royal Highness Princess Merida Dorothy Sinclair." He announced as my mother burst into tears. As Eoin took our daughter to the crib to be checked over and dressed by the nurse, Dr Teller and another mid wife cleaned me up and medically cleared me. Thankfully as a werewolf dragon shifter my healing was quick and I was already forgetting the pain as my mother helped me shower and change. She brushed my hair into a long plait and it struck me whilst

Then, the floor hit. The Digital Purgatory was a horizon of white marble and black oil. In the center stood the Architect’s fortress, a geometric nightmare of shifting planes that hurt to look at. "Welcome home, Prince," a voice boomed. It wasn't the robot. It was Malrec. Aradaa scrambled back, his hands scraping against the digital floor. He was ten years old again. He felt the cold iron of the slave collar biting into his neck. He felt the sting of the whip. The memory hit him with the force of a physical blow.

He did not believe that the princess was the girl that had saved him. Thus, the prince pushed the princess away, walked toward the reef, and met the mermaid who was hiding behind the reef. The mermaid asked in surprise, “How did you recognize me?” The prince took the mermaid into his arms. “Because your charming fragrance is something that I won’t be able to get off my mind for the rest of my life.” The prince then knelt and kissed the back of her hand. “You’re the fair lady that I’ve always wanted to meet. So please, marry me.”

“Helen, I’m sorry for the way that they spoke to you. It was cruel and wrong.” “But it’s true. I am a beached whale.” “No, sweetheart. A beached whale gives up and waits to die. You, my lovely mermaid, are fighting to get back where you belong.” She sniffled, not certain on how to respond. Stepping back, she looked up to see who her rescuer was. “Mr. Reese!” she whispered hoarsely. “Just Reese.” He smiled down at her and brushed some of her hair out of her face. “Promise me that you’ll come back. Don’t let them win.”

A sharp point of a sword rushed towards Brawen, and she closed her eyes in fear. The tip of the sword immediately stopped, less than 1cm from the small forehead. Julie rushes to Brawen: “Are you crazy? Do you know what will happen if I don't brake in time?" Brawen put his hand on Julie's shoulder, explaining to the boy: “So do you know what will happen if you kill him? He's the prince of the mermaids, killing the prince is making enemies with them." From the moment she saw the coral crown on the mermaid's head, she knew he was the prince of the sea.