Two Princes Chords Novels & Stories

Luke vented out. Alex nodded in understanding. It was finally time to blow out Alessandra's candle so the host called Luke and Valentino to the front where her throne was. Luke waved goodbye to Haru and whispered see you later. A three-tiered royal-decorated cake was placed in front of Alessandra. It was so tall that they needed to place a stool for Alessandra to stand on so she could blow the candles on top.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Elena mumbled and Madelyn slapped her hard on her right cheek, Elena gasped as the cheek started stinging immediately. "You bitch!" Madelyn said and made to grab Elena's hair but a car drove in which made her stop immediately. The doors of the car opened and Leonard and Donald came out of it. Elena's heart started racing as she stared at them. "Oh my!" "It's the Alpha Princes" "Gosh, they are so hot" The students murmured but as the Princes walked past them, they bowed immediately. Leonard and Donald continued walking till they stopped in front of Madelyn. "What's going on here?" Leonard asked, his eyes on Elena whose head was now bowed.

I felt like I was already taking a risk with having the princes helping me, especially with Alexander's connection to Freya, even if he told me their engagement was off. "We meet here again in two hours." Kai stated firmly as he looked at me. I wondered if that meant he'd leave us behind or burn the pack to the ground. It was difficult to know what he was thinking at time. "You two go in first, I'll sneak through in the distraction." I mumbled. Both princes kept walking forward, their wolves at the side and soon their were yelps and excited yells as children cried to their mothers that the princes were there and friends dragged each other out of their homes to see them.

Wrong day. I yanked Elena out of their hands like removing a dagger from a stranger’s belt and placed her behind me without touching her face, because some things are for private rooms and other things are for the world. Gasps rose like birds. Two princes faced each other across six feet of carpet: one born to a title, one who built his own crown out of steel and debts paid. “Careful,” the prince said in that quiet that makes men lean forward to hear their own death. “Don’t forget your place.”

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

What is wrong with me? “Very true, brother,” Letric gruffs, and stands up from his chair. My alpha stands too, both of them staring at each other in a show of dominance. I find myself stepping back until the backs of my shoes hit the wall, and I press my back against it, willing myself to be as small as possible. This is not going to end well.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked