The Wrong Prince Charming Novels & Stories

All the women who had brought me here. I would sit on the bench, Rex beside me, and watch the sun set over the roses. Red and white. Love and death. And I would smile. Because I knew, without a doubt, that I had found my home. The wrong bride had become the perfect match. And she would live happily ever after. THE END

The prince was delusional, and she needed to correct his opinion of her. "Look me in the eyes, Felix." she snapped. "I said look at me. You think your best shot at love will be with a poor girl who will dote on you because you are prince charming who came to save her, that's why you chose me. You don't want to marry a power-hungry daughter of some political figure, who doesn't want you but wants the crown instead... You better get to know the real me, before you make a stupid choice and regret it for the rest of your life because I ain't a doll for you to dress up as a princess. As you said, you’ve got one chance at this. Don’t. Screw. It. Up."

The seventh prince of the western kingdom stared intently at his wife. Not being beheaded by Queen Alexa was already an honor for him. She should have realized where she went wrong. Instead of continuing to defend herself and ask her husband for help to be free from punishment. "All the evidence points to you making a mistake. I'm disappointed in you," said the seventh prince. "Husband, so you can't help me get off scot-free?" asked Princess Luna. "No, I'm very ashamed that you deliberately seduced the king of another country while you already had a husband," replied the seventh prince.

Romero threw his glass of whisky at the screen in temper shattering the TV he cursed angrily, Lei non è la sua fottuta ragazza e se lui la tocca io lo ucciderò fottutamente’ [She is not his fucking girlfriend and if he touches her I will fucking kill him] Juliette was having a wonderful time, the Crown Prince was the son of a friend of Carlotta’s and she had wangled them an invite on his birthday cruise. He was thirty and very handsome, tall, with jet black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, he was charming and attentive. She went to the nightclubs with him dancing crazily until the early hours and drinking lots of champagne, when they returned to the yacht he kissed her passionately but n

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

Roselle ended up standing there, frozen, as the duchess scrutinized her reaction. Even though Duchess Rowena had yet to meet her husband due to the current situation, she had already heard about this. And this was why she sought to meet the Princess. Of course, she already knew about the deal of Romeo's marriage to this human princess. And Duchess Rowena was actually disheartened when she heard about the deal that Romeo was not even allowed to touch his own wife.

The truth was my decision had nothing to do with the prince. The prince was as perfect as can be, and I found it difficult to imagine anyone who would turn the prince down. Undoubtedly, with his social standing, his looks, his intelligence, and his charm, Prince Desmond was the perfect candidate for anyone's boyfriend. The fault didn't lie with the prince, the fault lied with me. The truth was it didn't matter how good or how wonderful the prince was, simply because he wasn't the one that I wanted.

said Charlotte . " Why ?! It seems that you have left such a deep impression on this prince that you claim to hate . " said Damien with a fake chuckle . " Huh ?! " said Charlotte even more confused now . " This prince has turned the kingdom of Anadol upside down just because he couldn't find you . The king was forced to tell him that you were sent as to fulfill the marriage agreement with me . When he learned that you had become my wife , became so furious to the point of wanting to conquer Anadol . He is a prodigy among all and is well known . How could such a guy like this do such things for someone whom he doesn't even know ?! " said Damien with a bitter smirk .

That's a great catch that my team and I over looked. PrinceCharming: I know. I might have something to do with this project too. Two wrongs don't make a right aka we aren't supposed to actually be chatting away on here with one another. It's against the rules. LonelyGirl: Hmm I won't tell if you won't. PrinceCharming: Not a chance in hell. I need my princess. LonelyGirl: I might have missed you too... PrinceCharming: I KNEW IT! 😍 You just made me the happiest man alive 🥰

I say. “Give me a sec.” The silence stretches, broken only by their typing and my heartbeat. A sex masquerade hunt. If that’s true… then getting to the end of the maze wasn’t the point. The point was to get caught. No. No fucking way. That would mean- I shake my head hard. No. I refuse to believe that what happened was my fault. I was following Lucien. I didn’t ask for that. I didn’t ask to give someone head.