Who Is The Prince Of Pop の小説・ストーリー

He is the only one who is happy with what is happening. "Why are you giving me that look? Are you not satisfied enough? I gave you the freedom to enjoy your youth for the past years. It's time that you face your responsibilities as the future king of Italy, Prince Frencillio." He almost sounds like a villain father to me. "I am not this country's prince!" I spat rudely while glaring at him. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Not yet, yes. But soon enough, you will be crowned as the prince and then the king of this country.”

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

Salena added. Jessie gestured with her hand for the two of us to come closer as her eyes looked around as if to check that there was no one else close to us or within earshot. “The other reason why he earned his nickname of the ‘Dark Prince’ is because of the dark conflict that came about because of his birth. You see, although Prince Darius is the second prince, he was in fact born before the first prince. He’s the eldest out of the three. However, because his mother wasn’t crowned as queen, Prince Leonard got the position of the first prince instead. It’s well known just how much the ministers were split on that decision…” Jessie whispered to us.

I'm going to face those faces tomorrow. "Can't it be forgiven, like canceled? Is it compulsory?" I asked shakily hoping for a positive answer. "I doubt that. Prince Sebastian Is the crown prince of the Moon Pack. Taking over his father means indulging in every protocol since you would be a queen too. It cannot be forfeited." She said but the other two glared at her. "How many more will you split up with a totally weak stranger about the Prince, Celesta?" The eldest among them asked with spite and I rolled my eyes. It's so obvious the whole pack is aware that their celebrity Prince came home with a weak Bride.

I let my eyes roll over his handsome features for a moment, he is so handsome. “Listen up, listen up! Everyone, wish our prince a happy 23rd birthday!” The crowd cheered. The DJ continued “You know we love you Brax, thanks for throwing this fucking awesome party!” My head snapped toward the DJ stand then back to Brax. The crowd got louder, but I couldn’t hear anything. Brax is not the prince… I sat straight up in my seat; my posture was no longer comfortable… “The prince's name is Jaxon Layden.” I said, my shock on full display. He bit his lip and grinned at me.

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

I Just can't wait. I am prince Asim , crowned prince of Egypt,my father rules 10 states out of 27, Alexandria our home is the first. I am proud of who I am. People call me a play boy or sex freak but I don't care.I am the first and only child of my parents. They love me very much and always adhere to my request,no matter what it is. I am the most handsome and richest billionaire in Egypt and the youngest at just 24. Today I am meeting up with the love of my life,you will get to know her soon.

“Okay. Tell me.” “The Press calls him ‘The Prince’. He is the son of a super wealthy oil prospector and is set to inherit the billions that is DS Oil and Gas, as well as a bunch of other little companies his father invested in. He tries to keep a low profile, but he is considered a bit of a playboy. There is always a different model on his arm for every society function. Not a whole lot is known about him, other than his good looks, boyish charm, and that he is practically made of money. Oh, and that he loves hamburgers.” “Hamburgers, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Oh my God, I see the lost Prince stood on the white horse and holding the big flag of Central University and descending gradually. Oh my god, this young chap is too handsome that is why so many beautiful ladies have surrounded him. There he comes. a handsome young man with a humble facial appearance. Oh, Mine this is Prince Douglas Who is popularly known as the Lost Prince. the youngest Billionaire in the Indo continent. He raised his hand on his forehead to salute. The sound was too powerful. It shadowed everything in the stadium. All the contestants, lectures, MPs, spectators from different schools were all stood to their feet to join the lost Prince.

Adrian’s raspy voice sounded in my ear. My jaw clenched as my eyes flickered over my iPad and the latest headlines. “ Ex-wife of the CEO of the Benoit empire has been allegedly spotted around the eccentric streets of Manhattan with none other than Europe’s hottest single monarch. The one and only Prince Adrian the third. As speculations rise regarding the young monarch's upcoming coronation, the masses can’t help but think if Elsida might just become the next Princess of Spain or if this is just some ploy to have a taste of Royal D.