The Prince Book Novels & Stories

Alex turns to Grayson, completely ignoring us. "Hmm....I do have a story to tell." Grayson replies hesitantly. "Really." Alexa moves closer to Grayson taking a sit on my lap. "Okay it goes like this." Grayson kicks off. "There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

"He returned back to his Territory after you passed." "How did I know you?" He doesn't seem related to me like everyone else who has been mentioned, and he definitely isn't marrying me. He smiles. "My office is full of books I collected. You spent a lot of time sneaking them from me." I massage my temples. It feels as though my brain is swelling as it tries to comprehend what I've learnt. "I have a headache," I mutter, sinking into the pillow. Roel stands. "Rest now. I will wake you when your Prince arrives."

"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.”

"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.

the prince instructed as he gestured with his index finger for me to approach him. His gray eyes stared at me before flickering slowly down the length of my body and then up again until our eyes met. Despite the dark situation that was going on regarding his father and the associated political instability of the country, there was an unmistakable look of desire in his gray eyes. The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine along with my realization that the Prince sitting in front of me wasn't the stereotypical benevolent prince. He was the prince that always did things his way to get all that he wanted, and that very prince is about to become the next king of this country.