The Wrong Prince Charming Novels & Stories

“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

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.

, and if you were really crushing on me as hard as you say, why did you ask Amber out and not me?" She questioned me. "Well one, because it was a stupid dare, and she's a nice person when you get to know her and second, because you were going out with my best friend, since I don't know when." I stated. Her hands flew to her hair and she said, "All men are the fucking same, because if you payed more attention, then you would have realized I only went out with him to make you jealous!" she shouted at me. I was totally taken back by her response. I stood there, examining her fine features. Water was dripping down her body, and her hair was clinging to her back. I took a small step closer, so cl

"Look, I told you before. I'm not the ideal man to love you and marry you." "But we’re perfe’t last night! You ‘ave me believe zhat you love me and I believe zhat, too." "Too bad, princess. Je ne sais pas un prince charmant (I am not a prince charming)." I wasn't given the chance to smirk anymore as a large pan hit the spot where I was standing before. Glad of my fast reflex, I turn and ran for the stairs though she caught me by my boxers, tugging at it. "Not zhat fast, Cunard! "

She glanced around, wishing that Marco or Carlo would return so she could get away from Magdalena's insinuations that Marco didn't love her. “The law states that a prince or princess or Orsino must marry someone of noble blood,” the queen informed her. “As you come from, well...” Queen Magdalena seemed to be searching for the right words, something that would offend without being vulgar. “Well, not anything noble anyway, you are ineligible to marry him. He knows this. He has to know the laws as a prince.” “He wouldn't lie to me,” Sabrina repeated. But the doubt didn't disappear from her mind as easily as she said the words. Marco had lied to her about being a prince. A lie of omission, anywa

“Don’t underestimate me, Princess. Five beers won’t knock me down. It will take five or more dozens of beers to knock me out. And believe, even if I’m heavily drunk, I’ll manage to bring you home safe and sound. That’s how special you are to me.” I looked away when I felt like my face heated. I forcely let out a short laugh, trying to conceal what I really felt. “Whatever you say,” I said with a bit of sarcasm. He looked and pressed something on the media player of his car and after a few seconds, the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift played in the background. A small smile formed on my lips. He’s also a swiftie. How cute! After a while, we finally made it to our destination. And like he always