Sir Mop
When boxer Charlie Stone buys a one-dollar mop, the last thing she expects is for it to explode into a naked, overly dramatic medieval prince.
Prince Maximus Cassius Alistair Montclair Thorn Everhart—cursed for some reason—now appears in Charlie’s apartment with sparkles, abs, and zero idea how modern life works. One minute he’s demanding thrones and robes, the next he’s battling treadmills and bowing to supermarket freezers.
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La-la-love | Ongoing | Sir Mop
Sir Mop 01 – A Sparkly Curse Begins
My name’s Charlie Stone. They call me the Thug of the Ring. The Queen of the Punch. The woman who knocked a grown man’s tooth into the third row with a jab. But today? I’m on a nobler mission. I’m looking for the perfect mop. I walked down the city sidewalk, wind pushing my hair…
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La-la-love | Ongoing | Sir Mop
Sir Mop 02 – The Prince, the Shorts, and the Existential Crisis
I tossed him the biggest pair of shorts I could find—probably my brother’s, stolen years ago and stuffed in the back of my closet for emergencies like this. Or, you know, mop princes. Max examined them like they were a puzzle. “This is the royal attire of the common age?” he asked, holding them up…
