Novel & Cerita Two Princes Book

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

Princes are higher born than Dukes, even ones that do not live in the royal court. Malcolm wasn’t the only person who gave me a bad vibe. There were also the triplets Adrian, Aldon, and Abel. They looked like fashion models and were so similar that I would never have been able to tell who was who. The moment we met I felt Roman tense and move closer to me. They kissed my hand and one of them Aldon or Abel, licked the inside of my wrist. I don’t know if they were trying to be seductive or attempting to taste the virgin, but I screamed and yanked my hand away.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

' I yawned and then shook my head pushing away the remaining vestiges of sleep. 'Time to find my mate.' I think, as I headed to the centre of the area we had cleared for this meeting. Standing waiting to greet me are two huge golden haired men, 'Thank you for coming.' I rach out me hand to the twin Princes who wil one day take over the Pridelands, their father had defeated the previous King who had allowed his sons to violate my mate. All three had been slaughtered when King Mufasa had decided their arrogance and bragging about how they were going to be Kings of all the Big Cats. They had threatened Mufasa when his sons had been hunting not knowing they were only a few miles away and when t

Dapper, gallant with a dash of humor on the side, were the reasons why ladies want to throw themselves to the third prince. But in every family there will always be a black sheep and royalty or not, there's no exemption to this. The Royal Family has two and goes by the name of Prince Lazlo and Prince Lachlan, both were drop-dead gorgeous bad boys who choose girls and bikes over books and studies. Dubbed by the media as Royal Rebel and Fuvkboi respectively, scandal follows them everywhere faster than their Lambos and Bugatti. They're the walking pain in the ass, if I may add.

Alex turns to Grayson, completely ignoring us. "Hmm....I do have a story to tell." Grayson replies hesitantly. "Really." Alexa moves closer to Grayson taking a sit on my lap. "Okay it goes like this." Grayson kicks off. "There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

Augustus clapped. "I am Queen Indira, mother of Prince Malcolm and Princess Nefertiti," she pointed at her children respectively. "I am Princess Nefertiti," she smiled at Isabelle who smiled back. They looked like they were age mates. "I am Prince Malcolm," the haughty figure beside Adrian said. He was looking at Isabelle weirdly. He looked hungry. "And this is my wife, Princess Philippa." "Princess Isabelle," Fredrick called with a subtle smile. "We have met but I would like to introduce my wife to you. This is Princess Victoria," he introduced.