Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

The kind of touch that doesn’t ask, doesn’t warn - just acts. “Hey-” I start, but he pushes me back, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make my pulse stutter. “What’s your problem?” I snap, grabbing his wrist to shove him off. Mistake. In a blur, he twists my arm behind me, forcing me down. Pain lances through my shoulder as my knee hits the ground with a sharp thud. Instinct takes over- I pivot, elbow up, a clean counter I’ve practiced a hundred times in the training room.

Braun shouted as the lacertins had gathered around and formed a circle around the two of them; cheering and hissing. Savage kept on throwing everything he had at the prince and he did his best to hold his on. He threw punches at him a few of which caught him in the face and chest and even whipped his tail at him; a tail whip that knocked him to the ground and would have smacked him in the face had he not rolled away.

I trembled at the intensity of its haste and ferociousness towards me but then thankfully, the Prince was quick to intercept. The Prince immediately raced to the Feral and slammed his body against him, sending the Feral crashing to the stone ground again. It motioned to get up but then the Prince lunged at it again, sending it back to the ground with a strong fist to its chin. The Feral groaned with the blow, and then it groaned some more as the Prince started to dump more aggrieved blows on its skin, tearing up its flesh and spilling its blood. The Prince dumped one last strong blow that sent the Feral’s head twisting oddly to the side in a manner that revealed that the neck was almost comp

Lauretta said as she left her standing in front of the Third prince's study chamber. She let out a loud sigh before entering the study chamber only to see the Third prince focusly reading a book. She scoffed when she saw him, he has the mind to read a book after ruthlessly dumping her on the ground. He did not even care if she actually got injured when he dumped her, such a cruel prince! She cleared her throat when she realised he did not seem to notice her presence.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

A crack in the king's armor he wears permanently, which would tell me I am not just a trophy, an amusement, a prize in his perpetual war. I turn slightly; his arm tightens instinctively. In the faint light filtering through the blinds, I contemplate his profile. The hard features, even relaxed. The sensual mouth, now closed, which can utter such cold orders and such brutal whispers. The man who can reduce me to a state of primal shiver and who, the next moment, discusses money flows or rival territories with the same ruthless concentration. I know how to provoke him. How to inflame him. How to unleash the storm within him. I have mastered the art of war he taught me.