The Prince We Never Knew Novels & Stories

Then he seemed to remember something, and a twisted smile spread across his face. "Were you the one peeking through the crack in my door that day?" My heart skipped a beat, but I steeled myself and nodded. "That's right. It was me! That's why I know what you need!" The air went dead silent. The next second, Prince Adrian suddenly erupted in fury and let out a shrill, manic laugh. "Well then! So you're the one who got away! Since you've seen it, you have even more reason to die! Do you really think I'd believe you anymore? Dead people are the best at keeping secrets!"

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.

They didn’t know why the princess froze the kingdom. Unfortunately, both incarnations of the princess and Phyros don’t have the princess and Phyros’s memories since they have not yet awakened. So, no one can know about the truth of that day… that fateful night of the king’s death and the eve of the princess’s birthday. Now, the incarnations can only wait until Raine celebrates his birthday and awakens the princess’s power in him together with the princess’s memories. “Raine.” Vermeil called. His voice pulled Raine from his thoughts.

Prince Leonard muttered darkly. "I guess there's nothing that you can do about that," I replied before grinning at him. I had always known that the prince did not want to become the next king. However, as fate would have it, he was not only the first prince to produce an ultimate alpha son, but he was the only one.

“Move out, and I want eyes on the girl right now, get in touch with the sentries we posted outside her room.” The video goes dark as the Prince and his army exit the warehouse, but from the heavy silence in the room, it seems as though the footage was compelling enough to give our critics pause. I admit I’m amazed about how damning the scene was, despite being so brief. They actually managed to catch the Prince referencing Sinclair by name, as well as the ransom. No one might have said my name, but it’s difficult to find another explanation than the one we’ve provided.

Tyler Virtanen’s POV After I met the stranger that was trying to ask me about what was going on with the restaurant that was out of control, I know exactly what was going on. It was one of the stupid contests that royalty was NEVER done before. Keyword: NEVER. I mean, what was Princess Katherine was thinking? Probably none. I was supposed to be one of the people that we're pushing to get inside the restaurant. I get it, living luxuriously with my future bride who happened to be a Finnish princess.

he loosened the grip I seen tears in his eyes why prince why you are doing like this you love me but still acting like you don't want me why prince he looked at me and said "he is not suitable to you" I catched his collar and asked "then who is suitable to me" I seen guilt feeling in his eyes clearly say prince say that you loves me you don't want to leave me I pulled him again and asked "speak" he said "I dont know" what he don't know yeah how can he know iam a fool still expecting love from him I replied

Chinyere sighed and pushed the wheelchair down the aisle. "Are you girls done?" Prince asked impatiently. He had been waiting for the past one hour for the girls to complete their shopping but they had not bought a single thing, save for the chocolate bar that Tina had gotten for herself in another store. "Almost," Tina said as she handed Solomon to Chinyere. Solomon had become a noisy baby and was babbling on the top of his voice. "That's the fourth time you've said that!" Prince crossed his arms dramatically. He had a skinny body frame and a round face. He was darker than Chinyere but they shared a similar nose structure, the only proof that they were related.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Kingston ordered, and Brent obliged, tight-lipped and muttering as he dragged a still arguing Alba out the door. The princess didn’t move. It hardly registered when Kingston reached her side and guided her to the chaise longue. Why would the people not know about all her hard work? She sacrificed daily for them and fought for the Parliament to focus on the good of the kingdom, their military, and their future generations. Why would they not know? “Have a drink, Ma’am,” Kingston urged and pressed a filled wine glass into her hand. She sipped it quite automatically. After a second thought, she chugged the wine until the glass was empty and the disbelief wore off enough for her to speak.