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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

"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!"

*** Saïda’s POV: My father was rather calm but I on the hand, couldn’t help it but be worried about the Prince. It’d been hours since he’d left the apartment and we’d heard no news about him. “Fa– Dad, it’s eight. What if the Prince doesn’t know this address.” “Asahd,” he corrected. “Asahd.” “He is twenty two. Asahd might be spoiled and whatsoever, but he is a smart boy. I know him well and he is the type to get himself out of any urgent situation. With or without money.”

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

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?"

“Thank the gods you’re here. I have been searching the world for you.” The Prince panted haggardly like a swimmer who hadn’t seen the shoreline until now. Nothing about his posture was welcoming, the crease lining his young face, mirrored the worries that were obviously building inside of him. For the wealthiest and the most adorable young man in the entire kingdom, he was rather dressed like a commoner, with the girdle of his sword rounding the small pelt on his waist, and exposing strong muscular laps, almost like that of a yam tuber. The three birthmarks on both sides of his chest, were almost fading, a contrast to the identical ones on his left upper arm. His hair had grown long or maybe

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

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

"I missed you deeply." Zedekiel smirked. "Oh, I know." Stunned, Prince Ron pulled away, giving him a questioning look. The Elf King moved a finger and the book that had fallen earlier rose from the floor. It floated in the air, showing to Prince Ron the page it had opened to. Prince Ron "!!!!!!!!"