The Prince Of Denmark's Novels & Stories

“They couldn’t, Karina. The truth was too dangerous. You were too young to understand. But now… now you're the key to everything. You’re the one who will ensure the rise of the Third Prince.” “The Third Prince?” she repeated, her throat tightening. “What does that even mean?” He stepped closer, kneeling down in front of her so that they were eye to eye. His gaze was intense, piercing. She could feel the weight of his words like a heavy hand pressing down on her chest. “The Third Prince of Zorana. The heir to the throne,” he said slowly, enunciating each word carefully. “The last of a line that has ruled for centuries. The prince whose birth will mark the beginning of a new reign—one that wil

Bella's POV "No, no, no!" the gay designer shouted. He sounded really irrated, because he had to pick out a dress for me. I think I know how he feels, cause it wasn't even a appointment, we just barged into the shop, and Kai said he needed the perfect dress for me. He jumped up, and now we've tried the 10 dress and Vian was still not satisfied. I went back into the changing room. Omg, this is the one, I thought as I pulled the next one. It was a lacy black dress, that showed every curve of my body. It was perfect. I walked out of the changing room, and Vian finally clapped his hand and said, "Finally darling, that dress does not do you justice, but your man will fall to his knees when he see

“Thank you for attending the courtship dance, my lords and ladies,” the priest smiled warmly at the gathered crowd. “With the blessing of the gods upon the prince and princess’ engagement, they’ve both considered each others’ kingdom as their responsibility. Now, with your generous donations, Princess Katie believed that it will go where it is truly needed: as an aid to the Kingdom of Anatolia.” The nobles clapped with approval and they all nodded politely at King Alaster. The King greeted back, unable to mask the surprise and gratefulness in his expression. Alexander turned to Katie, his expression identical to his father’s. Katie grinned from ear to ear and nodded shyly.

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

she explained Marcus’s brows furrowed, “Your late father? I thought John owned the company,” he said, confused. John had boasted several times to Marcus about being the owner. “No, he doesn’t,” Sophia replied, her tone polite but firm. She then shifted her focus back to the governor, her smile returning. “S.M is a company that caters to luxury items for celebrities, sir. We’d love to have you as a client.” The governor turned to her, about to speak, when Marcus interrupted again.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

Just then, a servant's panicked voice came from outside. "Princess! Something terrible has happened! Prince Thomas is trying to drown Mr. Maynard in the pond! No one can stop him!" Keisha didn't move. She stayed bent over Sebastian. "Princess!" the servant shouted again. "If he wants to make a scene, let him. Don't bother me." "But Mr. Maynard just married into the estate. If he dies now—" Keisha didn't even look up. The servant sighed and escorted the three doctors out.

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.

Hannah just grimaced at her mother’s metaphor. Another car stopped in front of the entrance once again. It has the flag of Denmark, making an announcement that the Prince of Denmark has finally arrived. The chauffeur moved faster and opened the door in the backseat, indicating the prince’s entrance. Prince Joachim is more mature-looking for a nineteen-year-old. He has a massive, tall frame for an early adult, and she can say that it may be from too much exercise, or simply that he really did help in manual labor in their country, which is kind of weird for a young royal, but Hannah won't judge. There’s a word that can generally describe him. Scandinavian. He has wavy, golden blonde hair that

father said, snickering. I rolled my eyes. I secretly hoped there was some large world issue going on that would require my presence and expertise. “But here we are. How can I help you father,” I asked, crossing my arms. “Well certain developments have escalated in the past day I’m afraid. It seems some prince in Denmark has made a move on your princess in Madrid,” he said, quite seriously. My heart dropped and I felt dizzy. I dropped into a chair and knew there was only one possible solution.