Romans & histoires The Wrong Prince Charming

she stammered, trying to brush past May. But May wasn’t letting her go that easily. She grabbed Irene’s wrist tightly. “Oh, don’t even try it. Irene Garfield. Do you remember that name? Because I do. You think just because you’re in designer gowns now and rubbing shoulders with billionaires, you can erase who you were?” Irene swallowed hard, her throat dry. May leaned in, voice full of venom. “Remember that night at the club? You were dancing for cash like a desperate stray. Now you’re Giselle Carrington? Wife of the Ryan Carrington? That’s a hell of a leap. I’m impressed, honestly.”

He said, obviously not as a compliment. “Not as audacious as you who disowned your father and dropped your last name at such a young age.” Blake complimented. “So, Mr. Brandon, I know Stephanie is quite picky and was a pompous little princess back then. How did you manage to make her fall for you who was merely her driver?” He asked curiously. Brandon scoffed in disbelief, “Why don’t you ask your aunt? She was the real princess who fell in love and even married a pauper. Maybe there is this infatuation princesses have with paupers, I can’t explain it myself.”

I whispered, hugging her from behind, and rested my chin on her shoulder. “Why do you call me princess?” She questioned innocently, and the thought of groping her ass, spank her, came to a halt and I leered. “I only read about them in stories,” I shrugged my shoulder, “amusing yet unrealistic, knowing how they don’t exist, the whole idea felt stupid to me,” circling my finger around her belly button, “until I met you, a princess with no kingdom, beautiful and full of light, you were unrealistic for me.”

The name alone made my teeth clench. He had always been the wild one, the charming one, the prince who could do no wrong in the public eye. But I knew better. Beneath the calm exterior, Arden was cold, manipulative, the kind of man who saw people as chess pieces. And Sandra… she was just another pawn on his board. He’d taken advantage of her when she was vulnerable. I was sure of it. Whispered promises, false protection, a savior’s act. And Sandra, foolish as she could be when her emotions clouded her judgment, had fallen right into his trap.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain. Many dream of a prince charming their very own Mr. Right, a knight in shining armor that would come to their aid, all the time. Humeyra was no exception for she thought Hamdan was her very own prince charming. Others dream of Cinderella their very own fallen angel with beauty and brains, an epitome of perfection and the goddess of beauty. Hamdan had his but he let his Cinderella go without acknowledging her.

TAYA's POV : I had the weirdest dream last night. And it went something like this: Once upon a time, there lived a princess trapped in a tower guarded by a mighty dragon. Prince Charming came along and he vowed to fight the beast in order to free the princess. But as Prince Charming was busy waging war against the mighty dragon, a sneaky jokester came along and he slipped through the shadows of the tower, until he found his way to the princess's room. The jokester and the princess met and they fell in love. And by the time Prince Charming had won over the dragon, he went up to her room, only to realize that he was far too late. The princess' heart had already belonged to the jokester...

AND, I HAD A HARD TIME GETTING AWAY. Chloe_awesome_scott HM. I HAVE A QUESTION. SHE WAS PRETTY, RIGHT? The_real_prince_charming SURE. Chloe_awesome_scott THEN, WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY AND GO WITH HER? The_real_prince_charming AW, BABY, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO YOU. Chloe_awesome_scott -_- FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, YOU DON'T KNOW ME DUDE. The_real_prince_charming

Keagan Hall was the true cover boy of Prince Charming in real life. Suddenly, my eyes stung so bad it hurt and I quickly tore them away from him, my heart squeezing painfully. In every fairytale story, fate always brought the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love. But mine was the exact opposite. It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl. For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off. I’d gotten the potion from my mother who took pity on me

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.