The Runaway Prince Novels & Stories

Dylan dragged his exhausted body out of the hotel room, having tidied it up as neatly as possible. At least Bernie wouldn't suspect that he didn't have the courage to stay there. So, Dylan decided to run away, afraid that Bernie would wake up and see him there. When Dylan returned to the hotel, his face was pale, his legs trembling, and his back aching. Danny happened to be in the living room and seeing Dylan like this, he furrowed his brows.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Sometimes, it's because they are kicked by the Alpha from the pack or they ran away from the pack without the Alpha's agreement. Rogue: Just like Lone Wolf, Rogue Wolves live without a pack but usually they make groups of rogues. Rogues sometimes are called the wolves who can't be ruled and sometimes they are the wolves who are crazy enough to be in the pack. They hurt the other pack members or didn't follow the Alpha's orders and rules that made them got kicked from the pack.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

He then ask his father’s permission to marry her but the king refuses since Sara is not a noble by birth. Then the two of them makes a plan to run away. Ansel fakes a sickness and summons Sara to cure him and in the middle of the night they run away together. The supporting actor is blamed for the prince's shenanigans because he was the Prince's personal doctor and he should have been the one to take care of the prince. The supporting actor had secretly helped them and now he is blamed and punished.] [Host, your mission is to accumulate 100% favorability rate from either of the main leads and make Ansel Chu the king of Sina Kingdom.]

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.

Alexander cowered," Please sir, have mercy upon me, I am lost" Alistair looked at him curled up like a ball on the floor as he roared,"get up". Alexander rose up on his feet and his blue eyes met the prince's green eyes. They stared at each other for what felt like eternity. " Forgive me if I have trespassed. I was trying to find my way into town, but the blizzard had become unbearable and I was just looking for shelter until the storm clears",Alexander said in his most pathetic voice. He knew he had to put up this pathetic act or the beast in front of him would not let him live to see another day. Alexander could feel the darkness radiating off Alistair.

Yris exclaimed. “Yes.” Raine nodded in affirmation. “What do these voices say?” Yris asked. His expression is solemn. “Uh… I hear a man greeting a woman ‘happy birthday’.” Raine answered. “Then, there was a shout about the king being killed… some people also shouted to protect the princess… told someone to take her away to escape…” he said, then suddenly paused. “And… there is also a traitor.” He told Yris.

I've always heard stories about the Lost Prince, that he might have survived, but his father made sure he was buried along with the King and Queen. — Yeah, I believed that story too, until I heard from him that the heir was never found!" And if there's a possibility of finding him, and Killian knows something, I need to find out and help my cousin claim what he's rightfully owns! — So that's the real reason for the “Escape the Prince?” — I ask admiringly. — It's Noah, that's the real reason I'm running away, and I need your help! — But why so much trust in me? I'm a rebel and you're a prince, how can I help you?