The Prince That Was Promised Novels & Stories

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

He seemed to have forgotten the things he had done to me as he tried to get closer, until one sharp look from Mom and he was sent flying back by one of her guys. I calmly watched as he let out a low moan, his stomach wound tearing open and turning his shirt crimson. "We did talk about being each other's best man, Josh, but that was back when we were best friends, the closest of brothers. "You tricked me, your so-called best friend, into coming to Macoria with the plan to sell me off and settle your debts!

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

“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.

Epilogue “And this is how the prince met the lady of his dreams and they lived together forever,” she said and kissed the forehead of the fawn head boy. “Hey mom, you kissed him last night, you don’t love me,” said the other boy angrily. “Hey I love you both” she said and kissed his forehead too “We love you too mom” the both said in one voice. “Now it's time for bed, no more talking,” she said. “Mom, I have a question: did the prince practice magic?” he asked. “Yeah he did,” she said, smiling.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

Then the resistance if kit was not taken care of within the next three years, the thirteen-year-old boy will take the pledge and try to revenge the death of his parents. “I love a good puzzle Penn. I thought you know of this now. Makes it interesting to pull it apart then pick at it insides then put it back together.” The Prince smiled as Penn waited for the punchline. “Just like I do with you.” Penn just had to laugh out at the Prince's words. “Pardon me your majesty but with all due respect, you don’t know me and you haven’t even scratched the surface of the real me. Good luck trying but you will never get there.” Penn gloated as she signal foe a maid to come forward and show the Prince hi

she asked. “It was said that he confessed his love for you my princess while he knew that you were promised to our prince.” Mapula was shocked. “What? I was never promised to Ntsika I am the wife of prince Thabiso.” She clarified. “Oh Lord what have we done! My princess, you have to save him or they will kill him.” The maiden was now hysterical, she didn’t know how the villagers got things so wrong!

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

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