The Prince That Was Promised Novels & Stories

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

“My people! A declaration of peace has been reached. Peace by union between both houses. Mating between the firstborn princess of the Southern Wolf Kingdom to the crown prince of the Royal King’s pack.” Crown… prince? “Their union will end this war and unite our family once more.” Many whisper, and some cheer. My hands shake. I didn’t hear what I think I just heard. I couldn’t have. One look at Raphael tells me I heard exactly what I heard. “No…” I whisper. I slowly turn to him, my eyes watering as I whisper, “You promised…” His lips quiver. “I’m sorry. For now, it was the only way.”

"Take me back to the soldiers. They might have something that will keep me alive until we reach Arandana." "Still no name, yet you pretend to give me orders..." the prince said. "I've decided I like you, betrayer of Karainas. So I will help you. For whatever it's worth, though judging from your actions I assume it's not much, you must give me your word that you'll never speak of what I am going to do. Do you promise?" Scarlett barely understood what he was saying. He used complicated words and she couldn't think straight. A cloud seemed to have formed in her brain. Her body was really shutting down, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

his brother smoothly replies, never breaking eye contact with me, and I’m frozen in fear. “I suppose it all depends on what our oldest brother suggests we do with her,” Letric muses, though it sounds like a warning to my ears. “I said you could borrow her for a night. I am not giving her away,” Alpha Bishop growls. “Not without a promised alliance. I honestly thought you would ask for something worth much more.” “Worth is something that usually can’t been seen by someone who has none,” the male holding my wrist coldly states and finally lets go. I almost miss his touch when it’s gone. What is wrong with me?

Prince Jion could not utter a word but to smile so broadly. “I am indeed favored by heaven to grant me such wonderful lifetime present.” Opening another journal, the prince sighed in much gladness. Lord Troi and Lord Sten felt gladdened upon such disposition he had now. And they thought this prince cannot find his real other half who would free him from all the nightmares of war? True to the saying that if you patiently wait, great things will come unto you. To the prince, he had his princess. “Must be great.” Sten said in conviction.

He was supposed to be regal, the epitome of elegance! He reluctantly whispered to his beloved; “Fine fine. I won't go around hugging people. Now put me down.” “Promise?” Zedekiel asked with a sly smirk. Prince Ron noted that more people were watching so he whisper-yelled; “Yes! Yes! I promise! Now put me down!”

Prince told those assembled about his ordeal and how he had been crowned as the new king of the Land after falling into the old world. The ladies were overjoyed that their husband, Prince, had been crowned the new king of the old world. Although the ladies of Prince were overjoyed, the countenance of the overlord of the royal family of the Indo continent changed, as did His Majesty Sir Justice Maclean, Prince's biological father.

he promised me, shaking his head. I held my breath. "That's how men really are, cheaters," I said. "Don't worry, we are not cheaters like your husband. We are loyal Spaniards," he promised me. "It's just that, all men are cheaters. Stamp that on your skin," I promised them. They just laughed at what I said and shook their heads. "You're bitter, Princess Sofia, it looks like you'll get older with his girlfriend," Prince Tristan temptingly promised me. "I do not care!" I rudely promised them at the same time.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.