Brutal Prince Book Novels & Stories

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

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growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Kevin screamed until the owner of the name woke up. "Tsk, what's wrong?! You disturbed my sleep!" The man glanced at Kevin for a moment, then closed his eyes again. "Get up, or I'll kill you!" Kevin said coldly and flatly, but stabbed deep inside. "Tch! If you weren't the Prince, I would have smashed your body into pieces first!" cried Randy, annoyed. "Come with me quickly and don't talk too much!" Kevin ordered staring intently at the man in front of him.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

he whispered. Braum walked up to the Emperor and bowed. He said, “Emperor, Princess Kay, and his man struck Crown Prince with their spike whip lashes,” said Braum. “WHAT!” shouted the Emperor, with his face beat red. “Crown Prince suffered heavily and is bleeding all over. His back is completely shredded, and his skin is torn opened,” said Braum, trying to remain calm. “How dare she!” The Emperor’s eyes fell on Princess Kay and his men.

The Water Prince stroked his length briefly before guiding it toward her. He pushed inside and her lips parted on a desperate shout for help but there was no sound. Only traitorous bubbles which rose to the surface, evidence of her suffering. The Water Prince exacted years of desire on her. Harshly entering her to probe her center, deep in her core. Her soft lower parts made way for him. Suckling him intimately as he entered and withdrew. Powerful buttocks working over her while she stroked his shoulders and arm. Despite his brutality her touch was encouraging.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

Her large eyes were catchy and her body was so soft and white he longed to push a finger through. "This just keeps getting weirder!" She said still clutched to the door, staring at him with a horror look. He shrugged, not minding her reaction, and closed the book. He saw the name and walked out, majestically. She couldn't blame him, he was a Prince and he behaved as such. Surely, she couldn't expect an apology from a Prince. Right now, he remembered where he had seen the name Sathanas and something rang in his head. Sathanas was back to kill the devil Prince. He rushed in and the duo looked back at him looking shocked.

But of course, the prince is still way hotter than him. 'Are you crazy? How dare you compare the prince to him? Of course, Lucifer is the most handsome and the hottest guy on earth!' 'Yeah, right. Just look at him right now. He looks so handsome as hell just by reading that book!' These two slut keeps on blabbering beside me and it' fucking annoying. 'Should I take a photo of him now?' 'Ahhh! Go on!' I put my book down on my desk and glared at the two of them.