The Prince Book Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." The prince's lips curved up as though he had just witnessed something really amusing that had entertained him to his bones. "Really?" He asked, biting his lower lip to hide his smile. She arched a brow as she looked at him, she did not know what was so amusing that made the Third prince smile this way. Could there be something wrong with the book the Fourth prince had picked for her? No, she doubted that could be the case, then why was this man. . . . "What kind of book is that?" She could only conclude the Third prince was this way because of the book he was holding.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

They are grumpy and their faces never reveals any sign of morale. Gianni returns to his quarters. As he slowly opens the door, he stumbles upon Prince Julien, who is reading a book. He is waiting for his return. The book’s title is The Art of War, Gianni catches a glimpse of it before the prince can hide it when he notices Gianni returning. “Your Highness,” Gianni bows down, “to what do I owe the visit?” “Cur the formalities,” Prince Julien gets closer to Gianni. He suddenly places his arms around him, locking him tightly. “I’m glad you are safe.”

Her large eyes were catchy and her body was so soft and white he longed to push a finger through. "This just keeps getting weirder!" She said still clutched to the door, staring at him with a horror look. He shrugged, not minding her reaction, and closed the book. He saw the name and walked out, majestically. She couldn't blame him, he was a Prince and he behaved as such. Surely, she couldn't expect an apology from a Prince. Right now, he remembered where he had seen the name Sathanas and something rang in his head. Sathanas was back to kill the devil Prince. He rushed in and the duo looked back at him looking shocked.

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.