The Prince's Obsession Novels & Stories

He turned to Zane. “You.” Zane’s mouth made the shape of innocence. “Yes, Uncle?” “What did you send him?” “A reality check,” Zane said, tone light. “He didn’t like the taste.” Mathias stared a moment longer, then smiled a wolf’s smile. “Good,” he said, and now Zane’s eyes flickered. Praise from Mathias tasted like poison and sugar at once. Rumor itched across the pews. Words like humiliation and Georgia and breach and boy slithered up pillars and under skirts. A scribe already sketched the moment the prince turned his back on an altar. History loves a scandal. It never loved the people in it.

Prince rolled his eyes, irritated by his own weakness for the man beneath him. In one swift, athletic motion, he gripped Holden's shoulders and rolled them both over. Now, Holden was on top, looming over him. Holden chuckled darkly at the petty display of jealousy and revenge. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Prince's neck, leaving a deep, marking bite. "I love only you and you know it. You're my whole life." Prince's rigid posture finally began to soften, his fingers curling into Holden's hair.

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things. I hesitate at his bedside drawer. Looking around is one thing but it becomes snooping when I’m looking into drawers. Imagining him catching me in the act makes me cringe but I really want to know what someone like him hides away. Biting on my lip, I pull the first drawer open and it opens soundlessly. It’s nearly empty, I observe with a sigh of relief. There are a few books, some tools. The books are philosophical and I gently lift them to find a picture frame. Pulling it out, I observe with a little amusement that I’m looking at a teenage Prince Ismir, before his Shifting. He and his father stand properly, s

Actually, it was difficult to distinguish Bugatti from the other fifteen because they were all the same height and their goggles had given them a new appearance. Although Prince had visited the ocean castle several times, he could not see him. However, when they got closer, an arrow appeared on him, which only Prince could see. Prince shook his head and surveyed him. After they had taken their seats outside the hall, the Prince inquired of Dr. Mumba whether he had heard that his continent had been invaded. He wanted to take over all three continents, so he came here to see what they could do to break into our house in the middle of the night and kill us all and take over the three continents

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

His eyes were filled of hatred when he asked the specific address. He had to do it. The old man had to pay for Richard’s injury and his blood. In the interim, the Prince sneered. He was in a luxurious room and thought that things were getting interesting. “Let’s get started. I’m eager to watch you kill your beloved Ysabelle’s grandfather and her whole family. Let’s see what happen next, I would love to see you kill Ysabelle, but it’s such a pity. A woman like Ysabelle is too perfect. Her figure and appearance... hmph, you’re also lucky to have Emmie, should I congratulate you on your luck?” The Prince had a ferocious look on his face as he said to himself.

I took a bread and ate while preparing myself to listen with their plan. "Okay, where is the Prince?" Nathalia asked, "Oh, right on time." The Prince arrived just in time with a frown while looking straight at me. What the hell is his problem with me? Why is he looking at me like I'm the spy in the group? "Why the heck are you hiding?" He asked me. Suddenly, they all turned to me. Oh this freaking bastard! If Chrysler is a jerk then the Prince is a devil. How could he notice me every single time? I just want to silently eat, what the hell is his problem now with me?

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”