The Prince Book Novels & Stories

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

There was more to the things written in this book and he was certain only the elders knew about it, and probably his father and Uncle Silas. " Maybe there is something... "He began flipping through the empty pages again, hoping to find something when a hand gripped his shoulder from behind. He would have screamed but the hand covered his mouth and the keeper of the library's face was brought to unveil by the illumination of the lamp. " My prince, what are you doing with a forbidden book?" .. .. The Next Day .. .. ".....and the prince lived ever happily with the princess in his magnificent tower" Little Zayn read aloud to the ears of the library keeper with his fingers trailing the last line

Thanks to Prince Victor, I was able to distract myself by getting lost in one of the many fairy tales he gifted me. Turning the cover page over, I looked at the very first page to find a letter from Prince Victor. 'Now this one is going to take you for a wild ride. I would advise to have some sweet snacks near you as you won't be able to put the book down for a proper meal. Enjoy, Sweet Princess.' A small smile crawled its way to my lips as I looked down at his perfect handwriting. Every single book the Prince had brought for me from the large library had a small note on the first and the last page.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

When I walked away, she still had her eyes closed, and I was sure her surrender to me was deep. After the escape, I finally seemed to tame her. My father was the type to crush his enemies, but my mother had also taught me very valuable lessons. It was possible to captivate people and gain their loyalty with a little affection. My parents loved books with the word "prince" in the title, but *The Prince* by Niccolò Machiavelli and *The Little Prince* by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry had very different philosophies on how we should live our lives.

"Is that so? Well thank you very much. But what takes you so long?" "Me and my parents had a lengthy discussion about several things like the welfare of this nation and some other stuff," Prince Arthur looked at the book his mother gave him. "Before I leave, she gave me this book about Prince of Egypt. She says that will inspire you allot to become a great king of this nation!" "Indeed," said Charlotte. "I have read that book before but you'd like I can read it again for you!" "I am honored, that's actually my plan. As I said earlier when we were in the river, I am lazy reading books. But now that you are here, I think I will start exploring some good books!"

He looked for him between the alleys, and heard some whispers and quickened his pace. Who was he talking to? Perhaps Erik? Was he hiding from me? Was he secretly meeting his ex-lover? His heart started beating fastly as he could not imagine his husband in the arms of another man. He stopped when he saw his legs. The prince was sitting on the floor. “O—Once there was a Princess... Once there was a Princess.” “W—Was the princess, y—you?” “A—And she fell in love.” Axel was holding a Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs book. He was concentrating on each letter and tried to pronounce it correctly.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.