The Runaway Prince Novels & Stories

“That’s because you don’t know me well.” “How could I, when you pretended to be something else?” “And when it was time to know the real me, you eloped. Just like that? Coward. You have a habit of running away from situations. But this time, if you run, I swear, you’ll regret it forever. You’re so quick to judge others without a second thought, clinging to your prejudices, but when it’s time to really face the truth, you vanish into thin air. Not this time. I won’t let you leave.”

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

His voice perks up, that eager gleam returning, eerily Damon-like, and I can’t help but chuckle softly. "I’m serious!" he insists. "The first Prince's got mutile senses so sharp they're off the charts. Can read minds, and.. and can control people too!" He sounds so ecstatic, like a real kid talking about his favourite Marvel character. And despite his deep voice, I find him strangely cute. "Hmm, sounds like a bedtime story." I smirk, murmuring. Then peer at him, with genuine interest. "What else can this super 'Prince' do?" "Find anyone, anywhere. Track runaways no matter where they hide."

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

someone rushed over. I turned and the prince was snatched from my back. The person ran with the prince, didn’t even glance back once, or offered to help me get out. He just rushed off with the prince leaving me behind. My chest burned as the pain of being abandoned to die spread through my chest. But I pushed all of that aside, it was not the time for me to feel sorry for myself. it was either I got out and save myself or stand there and burn to death. Death was not an option for me though.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Guess he got an answer because his mouth dropped. “Oh my gad, are you kidding me??” he exclaimed in surprise. The others rushed to see his screen and were just as surprised. “Bro, what the hell?? You’re royalty??” Derrick asked with wide eyes. “Prince of Zagreh?!” Ally exclaimed, reading from Alex’s phone. Their reactions were amusing but I understood them. “You’re a Prince?!” They seemed very shocked. I went on to tell them how extremely disrespectful I was, as well every other negative habit I had. I told them of how I was tricked into coming to New York and how I had no choice but to live according to the conditions.

It took ten minutes to wait until he was on the stairs next to his father, who seemed to be saying something. “You know what needs to be done, don’t you?” My keen hearing allowed me to hear. I disguised. "Yes I know." He responded without even moving his mouth, just grunting. “Don’t disappoint me, son.” The king said. Then they stopped talking, my instincts told me there was more. I wanted to know what they were talking about, simple sentences left me intrigued. But I soon forgot what I was thinking when I automatically noticed the prince. He was wearing a suit, his formal blouse with the initial buttons open gave the beginning of a rune that I wanted to know the meaning of. I looked away, p

I ran. I threw myself away from the pool deck, my cold, damp feet tapping frantically against the hard marble floor as I burst through the glass doors and bolted straight into the deep shadows of the Pack House. I ran like a prey animal escaping a lethal trap, my chest heaving in short, jagged gasps as I fled toward the safety of my room, completely consumed by the terrifying truth that the ex who had ruined my life was the prince of the kingdom I was trapped in.

After searching for a long time, it was all in vain! This made them angry and annoyed! Wasn't that right? The prince was like a duck close to their mouths, wasn't he? How could he run away? It would be a lie to say that they were not shocked and angry! "That detestable prince...he actually managed to escape! He's already at a disadvantage, and there shouldn't be any way for him to escape. Yet in the end, he was still able to escape. This is simply unbelievable. If I hadn't personally encountered it, I would absolutely not have believed it. Damnable prince, detestable prince! Once we find him, he'll definitely have no way out!"