Romans & histoires The Wrong Prince Charming

Opened it again. "I do understand," he said, but it came out uncertain, reaching for the right words and finding none of them. "Then tell me. Tell me what you understand." Silence. A long one. The kind that answers a question better than any sentence could. "Say something, Val." "What do you want me to say?" His jaw tightened, the charm finally slipping just slightly at the edges. "That I'm sorry? Fine. I'm sorry. Is that what fixes this?"

“I don't want to break now. I just can’t. I am afraid I will get lost” “What is happening in that meatfille head of yours ?” Tjalfe tilts his handsome face and scrunches up his eyes. “Really ? Even with your body just simulating a nuclear meltdown and you still stubbornly believe that everything will be okay if you just get Prince Charming and Dr. Evil ?” “Prince Charming ? You mean Luca ?” “Yeah, doesn’t it ring a bell ? It starts with an F and rhymes with unfinished”. I shake my head. “I have no idea what you are talking about”.

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

"He thought he did. He met someone who seemed familiar. Someone who claimed to remember that dark place. And the prince was so desperate to find his princess that he believed her. He wanted to believe her." My throat is tight. "But she wasn't the real princess, was she?" Ethan says. "No," Kyle says quietly. "She wasn't. She was... someone else. Someone who had heard the story and pretended to be the princess. And the prince was fooled for a long time." "That's sad," Madison says. "It was sad. The prince made mistakes. Big ones. He hurt people—including the real princess, who had been there all along. Right in front of him. But he had been looking so hard for the wrong person that he couldn't

After a long hesitation, she finally asked, "Is the man in this photo your husband?" I nodded slowly, then shook my head. "He used to be, but not anymore." She sighed in relief, quickly turned away from the security cameras, and whispered, "That guy isn't any good. He's brought another woman here late at night several times. She clung to him like a snake—he's definitely not a decent person. I hope you're not too sad about it. Anyway, congratulations on getting out of this mess." I smiled faintly, thanked her, and casually tore up the photo before throwing the pieces in the trash. I walked to the elevator, feeling lighter, and had a peaceful night's sleep.

All eyes were on them. “That’s Chloe Grey,” Colleen said. “They’re considered the perfect pair. She’s talented, beautiful, rich, smart… every guy’s dream.” She paused, then scoffed. “And a total bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like her already.” I raised an eyebrow. “She’s basically Ms. Perfect,” Colleen continued, stabbing her food. “The only girl who can do whatever she wants with him.” Honestly, it all sounded childish. But I couldn’t deny it, they looked good together.