The Prince Of Egypt の小説・ストーリー

Just wanting her to be happy. “You still don’t understand.” Savvy says, white as a sheet as she stares off into space. “Elijah is a Prince of Werewolves and Witch Kingdoms. The one who will be taking the seat of power from his father, the next King of Werewolves, is turning eighteen. All of the Elders will be here for the ball tonight.”

Mandy was at the backseat, watching curiously. I was able to convince him to come home with me so he could explain everything to mum and make her believe I was telling the truth - that I never had s*x and was still a virgin. During the brief time in the car, he explained a little of the story to me. He told me he was a prince in Egypt and the dead lady - Hathor - was his lover. But she committed a crime and came down here to America with his baby and that's the reason he came to look for her. And on reaching here - he finds a whole different story.

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne, finding comfort with him being so close to me. Fingers running through my hair draw me awake, and I groan, feeling slightly disoriented. I open my eyes and am greeted by a fire roaring in a large stone fireplace, keeping the room warm. Strong arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I panic, until the familiar Dior cologne fills my nose. “Uncle Hunter?” I ask, my voice full of sleep. “Here, Princess.” He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt.

gods, the words Zuri said almost made me like her way too much, more than I already do. Nobody has ever defended me. Even if she really can't do much, the intention is all that matters to me. Tilting a bit closer to me, Zuri whispers to my hearing alone, "They are the four princes from the founding families." That makes me frown. What would they want from me? Sweeping his head to the side, a third one among the princes, with an irregularly trimmed brown hair, flashes a smile at me, and it makes me cringe internally.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

"It will be the fourth prince. I am sure of it. He is the only reasonable Dragon prince and he's single. He is the only choice." The door suddenly flew open and one of my handmaidens rushed in, breathless. "Sarah!" Mother shouted, turning to scold our handmaiden for running in without knocking. "What has come upon-" Mother stopped because the girl wasn’t just nervous. She was shaking. Her hands trembled, her breathing was uneven and her face had lost all color. "Sarah?" I ran to her, my heart hammering in my chest. "What happened? What’s wrong?" She dropped to her knees so suddenly it startled me. “My Queen, my King." she tried to speak, but her voice broke.

we chuckled freely and he focused his healthy eyes on me. “And I guess this is your twin sister. You must be identical twins,” his Arabic accent dominated so much that it left me with humor than communication. Imelda told him I was her twin sister and stylishly looking at me, he intoned with his hands stretched to me, “Oh I am Prince Al Aladin, the prince of Saudi Arabian and over there is my father, King Al Aladin.” I kept tossing my head in concurrence, lost with words and wondering what I was going to say to a male soul I thought was perfect and whole in and out. Imelda kept nudging me to say a word or two to him.

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."