Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

“The alpha prince likes to have his food home cooked because he loves the queen luna’s cooking. He likes to tell lots of stories about his adventures. He also loves to go watch the sunset by the lake.” I paused for a while when our moments together flashed before my very eyes. “And what are the things he does not like, Alana?” Georgia asked with curious eyes. “Can you tell me the things that he hates so I could avoid doing it?” I recalled the first time my eyes connected with his when he saved me from the dungeon I am in. “People who abused others,” I muttered. “The alpha prince does not like people who harm others. He has a really strong sense of justice in him.”

He tears through the first line of defenders like they’re made of paper, his jaws snapping with lethal precision. “Kill the Prince!” Zari screams, backing toward the far wall. “Kill them all!” The fighting intensifies, soldiers clashing with Aldric’s hidden guards. Steel clangs against steel, men cry out in pain and rage. Through it all, my wolf is going insane in my head. PROTECT MATE! KILL ENEMIES!

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

"Bring it to my bedroom. I could smell the prince's scent, which was mixed with the smell of shampoo, a pleasant mix and when I stepped into the bedroom, I froze, my eyes flying open and all colour draining from my face at the sight before me. He stood there, his broad muscular back was towards me, from those bulging arms to his narrow waist… Every angle of his defined sexy body was on display. The man may be terrifying, but even I knew that he was extremely handsome, right down to his ass buns, and somehow, I couldn’t look away, even though my head was screaming at me to unfreeze and turn. Goddess… But, if there were an award for the sexiest butt in the world, I think the prince would win h

He grabbed the prince by the collar, dragged him by the neck, and threw him outside, not caring about his royal status, his eyes filled with hatred. Augustus’ expression was indifferent. He strode forward, an oppressive aura exuding from him. The process was filled with so much fright that the prince ended up wetting himself. “If you want to deal with me, you can. But daring to mess with a whole team of soldiers and sending them to their death for a measly king of country status—you deserve death.” Augustus raised his fist. Immediately, a rain of punches landed on the prince, and in just a few minutes, the prince’s face had swollen like a pig, and he had become completely unrecognizable, so

he said with a grin, before placing his forehead against mine and I sighed, breathing his scent into my lungs like my favorite fragrance. “I will kill the both of you” King Roman growled angrily lifting his hand as though to strike us and I expected the Prince to stop him but instead he seemed to just stand there as though waiting for the attack. “Give up already, father. You have already been defeated” “You still call me father” King Roman said, laughing and coughing through his injuries. “You are even more pathetic than I thought. A complete disgrace just like your mother was and I’m glad she died like she di_”. Prince abruptly slice the King’s throat, removing his head from his body swift

The alpha orders and the prince orders. But at the time the prince overturns his father's orders, they were with him. He was dominating over them and there was nothing they could do about it. Now they are to face the wrath of the father and the son was nowhere to be found. Who would come to their rescue? Lukas Briston was a man known for his mercilessness. He is brutal and without sympathy. When his wolf becomes mad for anger, he wouldn't remember past loyalty. Their lives were in their hands. At this point, they may have to be imagining breathing their last breath and waiting for his orders, orders that would silence them forever.