The Prince Book Novels & Stories

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

He knows that Ann can be clingy most of the time and he can tolerate it but somehow it irks him right now. “Yeah I did.” the Prince said as he picks up the book and continues to read once more. “What about it?” “What about it? Saving a foreign was not like you at all” Ann said and added “And also a woman? This isn’t really like you” she rambled at him as the first prince lets her until she got tired. Seeing that the prince let her, Ann stopped and stood up from her seat. She felt that the Prince doesn’t care at all at.

Please let this not be real. As soon as he reached her room, he noticed that her closet was empty. The book that held the history of the kingdom was on her desk and opened to a certain page. He didn't bother to check it since he immediately went to the balcony. Just as the twins have said, there was a makeshift rope that she used to climb down. He heard someone curse behind me. He turned to see that the rest of the princes were able to catch up. Fred got up from his position and made his way to the princes.

Unofficially, it taught control. I tightened my grip on my backpack as I crossed the gates, dragging my suitcase behind me. The courtyard unfolded like a painting - manicured hedges, cobblestone paths, black-iron buildings steeped in centuries of quiet authority. The kind of place that didn’t need to announce its power. It simply existed. Students moved through the space with effortless precision, dressed in quiet luxury, exchanging familiar smiles and subtle gestures that spoke of legacy and entitlement. Above us, Ravenwood’s black banners snapped against the grey sky as a stage was assembled near the main hall.

The prince nodded his head a couple of times in understanding before reaching for an old-looking book from the top of the bookshelf. "What is this?" I asked when he handed me the book without any explanation. "Take a look at what's inside; I think it's self-explanatory," Prince Leonard replied. I wasn't sure why it was the case, but I couldn't help feeling very uneasy as I took the book from his hand. I slowly flipped through the pages to find old photographs of people that I did not recognize. Most of them were family portraits of people who seemed wealthy. At first, nothing caught my attention apart from the fact that there were always children and girls present in the family portraits, wh

It seems that he was too brainwashed by the fairytale books and movies that he has read and watched. “In order to obtain something, one must sacrifice something.” Raine spoke. Yris nodded in agreement. “Yes.” He muttered. “The princess Alf wanted to earn everyone’s true respect and undying loyalty, especially since she is a woman who everyone looks down upon. So, she left the kingdom of Elhasa and began her journey to make achievements.” He said and looked at Raine. “She conquered lands without shedding blood. Instead, she also conquered the hearts of the people, that is through protecting them from the demons that plagued the land.” He told Raine.

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.

The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things. I hesitate at his bedside drawer. Looking around is one thing but it becomes snooping when I’m looking into drawers. Imagining him catching me in the act makes me cringe but I really want to know what someone like him hides away. Biting on my lip, I pull the first drawer open and it opens soundlessly. It’s nearly empty, I observe with a sigh of relief. There are a few books, some tools. The books are philosophical and I gently lift them to find a picture frame. Pulling it out, I observe with a little amusement that I’m looking at a teenage Prince Ismir, before his Shifting. He and his father stand properly, s

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.