Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

Prince yelled as she said the name Natasha, and weird, the metal cage shattered into pieces as Prince's lock melted. Prince walked magnificently to where Natasha lay, laid on her, and poured new life into her. As he straightened up, the blood on the floor was absorbed back into Princess's system. She could restore her strength. Natasha was urged by Prince to go back into her room right now. His Majesty Bright Budu rose to his feet and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Arrest Prince!" The mountain collapsed as Prince smirked and slammed the ground with his right hand. As Prince plunged into it, a large hole appeared in front of him.

He found the prince’s behavior to be well over-dramatic as it reminded him greatly of how his brother used to act when things would go astray. “Well it’s not my fault you get your kicks by branding your girls,” he muttered. The veins on the side of the prince’s head became protruded as his anger rose. “You need to fix this!” he shouted. Something dark started to pull within Cruz. He snapped his gaze over to the prince and slowly rose from behind his desk. His voice grew low in his throat. His tone was filled with lethal venom. “I don’t need to do anything. My days of taking orders from others are over. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the only reason why you’re still in the running to become

Throwing the girl on the bed, Amanda immediately made as much distance as possible from the big tall man, but the luxurious headboard stopped her. The Black Prince unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing impatiently, then dropped the black shirt on the side of the bed. There was a broad chest with scars here and there and his whole body seemed to have deep cuts from sharp objects. The man then climbed onto the bed while pulling Amanda's legs so that the girl was dragged and back into his arms. The prince breathed heavily, looking closely at Amanda's face and body.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

But I guess she were really angry upon seeing that an arrogant bunch actually have the guts to do whatever they want on the Aeternum Consulate ground. “How dare you treat me like this?!!…do you know who I am?..”. (Prince Robert The 2nd) After being beaten half to dead by Paradine, and also the Consulate guards. The prince were reduced to a pulp, his face were bulging with purple bruises, and he was tied with a rope and were just thrown on the ground like a garbage. Still his mouth didn’t stop spouting vulgar words.

I finally got a copy of “The Fall of The First Prince.” Reading through it, the things that had been changed stood out immensely. What stood out the most was the ending. In the original book, the Prince won the battle but stepped down from his right to the throne for the love of the woman he was with. In the book I’d gotten from the library, he was killed, and she was held captive at the end, though it had tried to be represented as love. Well, that sent a clear message to me. Whoever did this wanted me dead and Jillie to be with them. I scoffed. Like that was going to happen.

And after the Prince fell in deep sleep from drinking, Harrold lifts Prince Russel's face and squeezed it. "You seem defenseless now, your highness. If I can only put a large slit on your throat, or mutilate your blood stained limbs... but even if I do all that, it still won't be enough for all the lives you taken." Harrold took a thick book and hit it on the unconcious Prince's head. "You are not fit to have authority, you damned tyrant bastard." Harrold restrained himself from inflicting more harm upon the sleeping Prince, he dares not to do anything further and left the room. He passed an order to the other servants to tend to the Prince as he goes to his business.