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“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.”

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

said Uncle Julius hopelessly. “I was trying to help you Julius,” she said while looking away. “I know Martha,” he said while looking at her. “How can we help my mother and Martha can you explain this shit” I said annoyed and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. “What?” I asked her. “Why are you talking like some street rag you are the prince you are not supposed to talk like that” she said. “I used to be a prince but now I am free, all I want is to save my mother and then I will find my way to go to the future again” I said while crossing my arms.

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

"I'm here on official business in Westville, but I thought I'd stop by and visit my fiancée while I'm here. It's only proper." Zayn Palmer, the sixth prince, was a refined and elegant man. He carried himself with an air of unmatched grace befitting a member of the royal family. "Who's your fiancée?" Before anyone else could respond, Nerissa broke in coldly, her face frosty with displeasure. "Hmph! Sneaking around eavesdropping on others, and now spouting such nonsense?" "Nerissa, mind your manners!" Wilson reprimanded sharply. Zayn, however, waved it off with a gentle smile. "It's fine. Nerissa is, after all, a member of the illustrious Xavier family and one of the Ten Prodigies. A little te

And why was he alone? "Well met, Lord Jarrah," I said slowly, deciding on courtesy. "I greet you." "The little princess has manners and all. Would you look at that?" Jarrah's grin was truly nasty, full of squirming sadism. Then it hit me: 'princess.' He'd been watching us too. Damn him. "I am in search of your prince," I said, not cracking. I narrowed my eyes, hoping to disguise the fear there. "I know he's here."

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

"Jordan, you really are pathetic–played like a dog by a woman like that." The words echoed in his ears. His eyes reddened. He was the heir of one of the most powerful families in the city… and yet he had been completely manipulated by a woman like her. Thinking of Valerie's flawless act earlier, regret hit him even harder. "Naomi must have suffered a lot because of you." He looked up at Valerie, his voice hoarse. "Aren't you afraid I'll hate you for this?"