The Prince And Me Book Novels & Stories

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

I slipped inside, leaving the door ajar. Walking to the small shelf above her bed, I glided my hand over the books—princess stories and lullabies. I had never been read a bedtime story as a child. I didn’t have that privilege, as both Mama and Papa were equally busy in their own understandable way. I picked up one of the ridiculously pink decorative books. It was titled The Princess and the Frog. I flipped through the pages and finished the whole thing, unable to stop the smile curling my lips.

When the story was over, and I flipped to the last page about the prince and the princess moving into the beautiful palace to live happily ever, he looked up at me with a grin. “You’re the princess, mommy!” he exclaimed, pointing to the couple on the page, “and Aldrich is the prince!” I smiled at that; if only he knew I was technically one by association, but just didn’t act on it. “Yes, honey, Aldrich is a prince,” I said, closing the book. “But you are with the prince, so you’re a princess,” he demanded, furrowing his eyebrows.

Almost every student at Adelaide Academy knows that, so, it is very difficult for me now to avoid the men who linked to her then. "Where are you going? I'll join you, babe." I just closed my eyes to Ralph's clinginess as I held a children's book entitled The Princess and The Pauper and headed straight to the parking lot where I knew my driver was waiting for me to come home. In an unnamed kingdom, a princess and a pauper are born at the same time.

My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE. My mother ordered us to arrange ourselves in a straight line as we walked outside the house. She always arranged us in the order of our beauty and as usual, I was the last. My sister Amber stood elegantly at the front. Her beauty knew no bounds. Her pale skin was complemented by her healthy red hair. Her smile was so charming that she could woo any man with it. Amber, Sophia, Melissa, Katrina, Emma, Isabel, Amelia, and I all stood accordingly as we matched outside. I looked unkempt compared to my sister. One could easily tell who the outcast of the family was. It was me.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

My mom commented. She was right. No one ever came to our little town. The only time we had a celebrity visit was when Shawn Mendes came for his world tour concert. And he had only stayed a day. "Mom, its not like I'm going to get it." I said for the gazillionth time that week. "Of course you will! You know this book inside out! You even know the page number when that Prince proposes to the girl!" "Mom, Ace is not a Prince, he's the president's son and "the girl" is Sapphire. She's like the richest person alive." I explained for the bazillionth time that morning.

Not now. There was no time to be soft. There was no opportunity for it. You either made it or you didn’t. No in-betweens. No excuses. No mistakes. Be flawless, like always. She allowed herself a tiny smirk, then she vanished from before the mirror and the only sound of her leaving was the door clicking as she locked up. ~~~ Prince Williams was restless. It was not the first time, nor the last, he felt so. The restlessness had been growing in intensity ever since Felix left for America and every day, it seemed to weigh heavier on his mind.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”