The Prince We Never Knew Novels & Stories

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

“Where is that damn no claim with the food? If I have to show her a lesson again in how to behave, I won’t be impressed.” Alpha Bishop’s frightening, deep spoken words and low grunt after that make me snap out of it and rush down the corridor, the plate wobbling in my hands. I walk into the dining room slowly, keeping my eyes down to avoid eye contact like I have been taught. You don’t get to look the alpha in the eye, not unless you are challenging him. “This is your no claim?” A male I have never heard asks; his voice is raspy. His deep voice sends shivers across my skin, and I curse myself for the reaction.

Someone else clicked their tongue in disappointment. Beside me, Juliana let out a soft gasp. “That’s… a lot,” she murmured, not quite horrified. Almost regretful. “But isn’t she just an underling?” Silence fell again. Then another voice joined in. Sharp with authority. Juliana’s brother. “She’s a Lancaster princess,” he said flatly. “Not something a cleaner can be compared to.” He turned to Dominic. “Are you sure you want to pay for her?” A beat.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

“I don't know you've become such a speaker, Princess.” “You don't know me. Don't pretend like you do.” She said twirling the drink in the glass and staring into it like there was something of interest in there. “You have no idea how much I do. I know that you are still the woman I fell in love with seven years ago. You are the woman that carried and raised my child even after everything that happened. You did not abandon her because I did. You are a good person, Gwen. I know that. And I know that deep in your heart, you believe me. You know that I would never have done those things to you. I would never have left you with our unborn child if I knew. That was never the plan.” I dropped my gla

Him receiving messages from an unknown number doesn’t seem all that worrisome to me, until I read that first message for myself. Unknown - ‘Disgraced Prince, everything that happens now is a result of your failure to manage and control that Bitch! It didn’t have to be this way. The Tigers were never a target, but now they are no more, and it is because of you.’

“I missed you so much.” Prince pulled back, looking at her with worried eyes. “Mummy… where did you go? I was scared.” Camilla brushed his hair backwards. “I’m here now, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He nodded calmly, his gaze shifting to me. “Daddy,” he said quietly as he hugged me. My chest tightened slightly. Prince wasn’t mine, but he didn’t even know that. He was innocent, a victim of the lie Camilla made us believe all these years.

A NEW FISH Prince knew that he was played but he never expected it from his maid. So he sat in the parlor watching TV. Whenever Mary walked pass him to do her chores, he would stare at her ass, lick his lips and tried different ways to conceal his erection. She was already dressed up in her maid costume. Then he went to meet her in the kitchen and whispered in her ear. She knew he would come because she was aware of his consistent stares at her features.

Feliks began, “there lived a Prince with no grand title. People called him the Bay Prince—because he was more often seen on a great flat rock than seated on a cold golden throne.” Vasiliya nodded. Approving of the prince’s lifestyle choices. “The Bay Prince didn’t have many friends. The world felt too loud, too hurried. That rock was the only companion who knew how to be silent alongside him.” A beat. The quiet deepened the room. “Until one afternoon, a princess climbed up onto his rock.” “Princess Braids-with-Ribbons!” Vasiliya announced immediately—even though she had the name memorized years ago.