The Prince Of Egypt の小説・ストーリー

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

I knew he wanted to say more, but I was grateful he had chosen to wait. I had no answers for him, not right now, when my head was still scrambled from being in close proximity with my sexy as f*ck mate. “He won’t do anything about this, don’t worry about that, Ezra!” “How can I not? He also knew you stole the Eye of Sabius. How did he- why did he just let that go?” I sighed. Explaining that would be hard. And also, what would I even say. The prince would rather tie me to his bed than convict me for my theft?!

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

He announced. My mind trailed off his words, as my gaze landed on the Arab prince seated across from me. Prince Fahad. He was lazily going through his phone, looking completely unbothered as far as the word could go. I didn’t know him personally, but had heard stories about him. He was the spoilt rich heir of his father, and was always appearing on the wrong newsfeed every single time. Yet, as I stared closely at him, I felt there was more to him, and being a spoilt heir was just a facade. He lifted his head at that moment, meeting my gaze. He smirked, and went back to scrolling through his phone. “Do you mind, Prince Fahad?” Edward’s clear voice cut through the moment. He’d obviously stoppe

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

"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.

“Not because I want you to leave me behind or because I don't want you here with me, you know, I want you here more than anything.” His golden eyes remained fixed on mine. “But you are the Pharaoh, Kharef. Egypt needs you.” His expression tightened and I knew those words reached the part of him that belonged to the Pharaoh. Then I said the part that frightened me most. “Because if Prince Annoof becomes Pharaoh...” Kharef went completely still and I swallowed nervously, hoping he would understand without me needing to finish my words. His eyes sharpened. “Why did you say his name?”

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

​Someone had been in here. ​I swallowed hard, the taste of copper rising in the back of my throat. I didn't rush forward. Panicking was how secrets spilled, and my secret was the only thing keeping my head attached to my shoulders. If anyone in this fortress discovered that Lord Kael Vane was buried six feet under the frozen dirt of the southern border, and that the "lordling" wearing his armor was just his sister in heavy linen bindings, I wouldn't just be expelled. I would be executed for high treason against the Crown.