The Prince And Me Book Novels & Stories

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

She glanced at the myriads of books neatly and perfectly arranged on numerous ancient shelves and she could not help but wonder what all those books on the shelves were all about. She moved to a shelf and dropped the heavy load of books on the floor. Geez, her hands were already reddened all thanks to the Third prince. She began to place the books on the shelf even though she was not sure if she was putting them in their rightful places. She still could not stop thinking on why the Third prince had this much books in his resting area, he didn't look like a studious person. She shook her head as she could never understand that man. "The Third prince is just being the jerk that he is. He made

Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.

When I walked away, she still had her eyes closed, and I was sure her surrender to me was deep. After the escape, I finally seemed to tame her. My father was the type to crush his enemies, but my mother had also taught me very valuable lessons. It was possible to captivate people and gain their loyalty with a little affection. My parents loved books with the word "prince" in the title, but *The Prince* by Niccolò Machiavelli and *The Little Prince* by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry had very different philosophies on how we should live our lives.

The princess in the story sacrificed her royalty just to be with the poor prince. With this thought, Hazel’s eyebrows knitted. It’s supposed to be Axel who looks like the princess’ character. While she is like the prince, poor and ugly. “Are you not hungry?” She asked, slowly closing the book while changing the topic. “We already read a lot of stories, Mama is a little tired.” she added. Theo crawled out from the blanket and gave her a tight hug. After that, a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Mama.” He whispered.

Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.” The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading. The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start. I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode. It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper. The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it made my stomach hurt sometimes. She helped strangers, fed animals, and forgave people who did not deserve forgive

I ask, looking around fearfully. "Stop moving my head around like that! It's giving me a headache." The Prince says, and I immediately miss my own body. "So?" I ask again, and he stays pondering silently for a while. "Oh, so the grand book of spells. Where is it though?" I ask suddenly, and he is shocked. "How do you know about that?" He asks, and I roll our eyes. "We are sharing the same brain, dummy. Now, where do we find this book of spells?"

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

’ He said, smiling to her. ‘No, no. There is no problem.’ Allen was still standing by. ‘Allen, you can go.’ Prince said. When Allen had gone, Prince Philip walked to Miss Hannah, as her heart beats, ‘I felt lonely, and I was trying to read a book, searching which for the one to actually read, when I surprisingly came across this book. That’s I’ve been looking for, for quiet long.’ He showed it to Miss Hannah, ‘I’ve you seen this book before?’