The Prince And Me Novels & Stories

“I’m Marlene, by the way. Nice to meet you.” “Drake,” I say. “Prince Drake, right?” she asks, emphasizing the prince. “Don’t go thinking you can have another prince, my little human. You are mine and we already discussed that I won’t share you with anyone,” the Prince tells her, then he looks at me. “I’m Prince Reyes,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

He wanted a partner equal to him so that no one would be brought down by caste, he also didn't need to think about people's views of him. "Prince." Prince regained consciousness, his eyes wildly following the direction of the voice that called him. Angel appeared in a plain white polo shirt set with a white skirt with a black striped motif, her long hair in a ponytail. "Beautiful. You are very beautiful," praised Prince who could not help but praise the beauty of Christopher's daughter who was the target of billionaires.

“ I’m not short of money.” Fredrick turned around and looked at her with a smile, “If you want to pay me why don’t u do something else for me?” “What kind of things?” She asked. Fredrick pulled a paper from the piles of documents next to him. Priscilla looked at it. It was a case of a male artist who was very popular these days under Anderson International. A male artist named John Pitt acted in a period drama and ended up a big hit. He was regarded as “The Prince from the Old Dynasty.”

Rory apologized as we walked in. The Prince was staring out at his window. His back to us. "What is her name?" He asked without looking back. "Amaya Harkins, daughter of goddess Athena." Rory said. The Prince turned and faced me. Then I saw his face, his beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will. His mouth was a plump bow, his nose an aristocratic arrow. He's beautiful. The most beautiful I've seen. His eyes were blue, bright blue

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

After running back to camp, I walk into the battle, back to the front line, the sounds of fighting all around me. “Lorelai!” My voice rings out over the battlefield and the sounds of fighting quiet down as everyone waits to see what is happening. When she doesn’t answer, I call her again. “Lorelai!” “Oh, Aolis, you poor broken-hearted thing. Have you come crawling back to me, ready to ask me to be yours?” Lorelai says, sauntering over toward me. “I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.”

"Prince," Emily shook her bodyguard's arm, "answer me. What’s your real name? Are you Cayden?" Prince remained silent. His eyes fluttered. "Answer me, Prince. Who are you? Are you Cayden?" Emily's voice became more and more stressful. Suddenly, Prince let out a laugh. "You think of me as Cayden again? Do you expect your first love to be as handsome as me?" "I'm not joking, Prince! If you weren't Cayden, it’s impossible for you to know about that promise."

"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!"

Angelo said, starting to list the names of the two men and two women in front of me, but I still couldn't remember their names so I just smiled, shaking their hands "Guys, this is Allyn. My fiancee'' he announced with a smile wrapping an arm around my waist and I smiled awkwardly hoping to not look like a complete idiot next to him. "We are so glad to finally meet you" said the blonde woman, smiling "Angelo, she is much more beautiful than what you described." I felt myself blushing as I looked down because I just realized that both of the King brothers had called me beautiful. "She is" answered Angelo proudly placing a kiss on my cheek, but somehow his lips felt cold against my skin "I'm a