The Prince's Obsession Novels & Stories

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“It seems like I can’t open the newspaper these days without seeing you two staring back at me.” I shrug gently, an audience is forming around us, drawn in by the magnetic pull of watching two competing alphas. “It’s amazing isn’t it? You’d think people would have gotten bored of us by now.” You’re too clever for your own good. Dominic is saying, making it very difficult for me to focus on the Prince’s response. I need to make him pay for what he did. I need to kill him. “Well there’s no accounting for taste – especially among commoners.” The Prince is snidely remarking.

In a dark and quiet place, two men were talking about important matters. "Have you found the Heart Stone , Your Majesty?" One of them asked the other. "No. The guards haven't found him at all," replied the man who was called His Majesty. "I suggest that the stone be found as soon as possible, Your Majesty! Otherwise, the prince is in danger!" The man-Your Highness just nodded. He paused thinking about something. Suddenly, the image of a brown-haired girl appeared in his head.

While I was dancing provocatively with that old man, I didn't even check whether he had a ring on his finger or not. "Did you ever think about that?" Prince continues. "Did you ever think about what you did with those clothes you're wearing?" He eyes me with a mixture of desire, irritation and hurt. The combination of emotions doesn't make sense to me. "With those looks. That hair. And that face," his voice softens at the end of the sentence, sending shivers down my spine. Now, I feel like an idiot. I didn't think about any of those things back in the club. Because all I was thinking about was him.

Maybe I deciphered his emotions inaccurately. I got up and ran to my room. I was enraged. "What does he think of himself? He may be the prince, but I am a beauty queen. Just for a look from members, men throw themselves. Here I was, throwing myself at him, and he didn't even look at me. How pathetic. " Hastily, I changed my clothes and went to sleep. Jai Pov

Why bother buying pearls? "She could've just unleashed chaos on the entire Emmen studio. Consider it her mercy not to." "Whoa, Chloe, you've hit the jackpot, getting the royal princess' attention! If she wants pearls, just throw them her way. "Emmen has just reached its prime, and I worry that a simple command from the royal princess could make Emmen vanish. Chloe, consider surrendering quickly!" "Family reunion shindig? Oh, my long-lost backyard toad just upgraded to a princess. Can't swing those fancy Calimarian pearls from overseas, so she's trying to snatch them from Emmen.

I was awoken from my deep thoughts when I heard Princess Abigail’s voice spoke beside me. “O—Of course, Your Majesty,” I lied. I even smiled so that she wouldn't think I wasn't telling the truth, but it seemed like my face wasn't made for lying. She chuckled at my forced smile. “You're so cute when you're lying, Migumi. It’s not everyday I see someone who can't lie but is lying. I’m starting to see why my brother is obsessed with you,” she joked. My cheeks heated at what she said. I’m not sure how to react with that. Is the word “obsessed” really the right term to describe the royal prince’s fascination with me?

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?

If anyone finds out that he pumps himself every morning, that could scandalously ruin him and a tag him a rake who can't keep his loins in his pants! But yet he keeps doing it, and it has proved to be a big problem. This is entirely different from him dreaming about fucking Lady A, he simply can not stop thinking about fucking and he knows he can get any girl he wants. The royal maids in the palace are hired for the royal family needs which means he could pick any girl bend her over her ass and fuck the living hell out of her. But that's not what his cock wants nor crave for. Prince Aldrich wants to be tied down, slapped, dominanted and fucked by Lady A. No whore or royal maid can satisfy hi

the prince instructed as he gestured with his index finger for me to approach him. His gray eyes stared at me before flickering slowly down the length of my body and then up again until our eyes met. Despite the dark situation that was going on regarding his father and the associated political instability of the country, there was an unmistakable look of desire in his gray eyes. The look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine along with my realization that the Prince sitting in front of me wasn't the stereotypical benevolent prince. He was the prince that always did things his way to get all that he wanted, and that very prince is about to become the next king of this country.