The Problematic Prince Novel Novels & Stories

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Such boldness I thought getting furious, he is my man bitch stay far away. We came into the ballroom and his date strode out to the ladies, I walked to the lady's myself "She doesn't even deserve to be here, " a voice said "A low life trying to get what's not hers "another voice whispered "Did you see her throwing herself at the men, it's so obvious she came from the slum and is a worthless slut " "I bet she's stylishly giving them the idea she wanted to get fucked so badly by them " "She better watches her step because the prince. Is mine "

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

Penn responded drily, her mouth working without her permission. “Because you did the same to me too.” The prince raised his voice in anger as Penn shifted back. “You always presented me with a challenge which I had no choice to pick up else you would deem it fit like you have already won and when I do win the challenge, you are angry and deem it as an attack. Nobody is ever right with you. I don’t know how you have managed to keep your friends for as long as you have but I know I am not the problem here because no other person have issues with me except you and I will have you know that not everybody I do meet in a sycophant. You are the one with the problem Penn, you and not me, not anybody

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

And I, Prince Arden, was either a threat to be controlled or a tool to be forced into position. My fists clenched. I wanted to break him. To drive my knuckles into his mouth until he couldn’t speak names like Cassandra’s with filth on his tongue. But I didn’t. Because violence would be what he wanted. Violence would make me the unstable prince. Violence would give my father justification. Violence would turn this into a story where I was the villain and Nala was the wronged woman and her uncle was the righteous protector. So I kept my hands still.

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.

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by

Could they have seen me with that psychopath? “What… what do you want to ask me?” She didn't hesitate. “Have you and Malric ever had anything between you?” I blinked in confusion, and she clarified. “Has he ever touched you?” I frowned. “Intimacy? No.” The three of them moved closer immediately like they weren't expecting such an answer. “Why are you asking?” “There’s a problem,” the prince said grimly. “And only you can save the Lycan King.” My frown deepened. “What problem?”