Captive Prince Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pride surges within me as I realize that I really might win this thing, and I can’t help but sneak a glance at Prince Kaine. The captain uses my momentary distraction in order to knock me off my feet again, and I land on the ground with a thud as the wind is knocked out of me. As my breath returns, and I prepare to kick up I notice that the captain is not where I expect him to be. Instead of standing to face me he is by my head, as if planning to knock me out with a kick. Before I can say anything or regain my feet, Prince Kaine is already standing between us. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He snarls at the captain, and I feel a wave of Alpha Dominance roll off of him, s he glar

He was building something. An empire written in blood. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked, even as part of me screamed not to trust her, not to trust anyone in this gods-forsaken place. Elena pressed the bundle into my hands. It was surprisingly heavy. "Because you're not the first royal he's captured. But you're the first one who's still alive after the first night." Ice flooded my veins. "What happened to the others?"

His untamed hair was cut to shoulder length and his mouth was cleaned with a brush and mint paste. After his second bath, they gave him towels to wipe himself off with and gave him regular clothes to wear. Shawn sat on the bed dressing as he wondered what this was all about? Especially since all of this happened right after he was visited by that young man with the sapphire eyes who the magistrate referred to as the prince. The prince of what? This kingdom? He did say something about his majesty, what was it again? Dinner was prepared and he was given the best to eat. Things he had never eaten or seen before was on his plate and for some reason, he was not sure if he should eat it but he did

kashvi gasped with the sudden sound which echoed enough loud to frighten her since the house was dead silent, due to it she came back to her real situation where she saw that her book has fallen from her hands, resting on the floor. She picks up a book and opened it to read for some time, she is reading a novel that has a kind of Cinderella story theme in it. she imagined herself being Cinderella but the defence is that her family is good with her but the man who is her husband is her kidnapper and life ruiner. Not keeping up anymore with her weak self kashvi dropped into a deep sleep. . . It's noon and the sun is setting down making the sky go read in its shyness by the sun's love.

She turned and gasped, when unexpected and surprised, she hit his bare chest because he’d been standing right behind her. “Um, I- I’m sorry, your majesty,” she mumbled. “It’s fine,” he smirked and the girl thought she would pass out. “Button my shirt.” His sudden order was firm, but something about it was so sexy. Dominant and sexy. “W-what?” “I said,” he raised her chin with his finger, and her breath caught up in her chest. “Button my shirt. Now.” Trying not to pass out, Aisha raised her shaky hands and did as she was told. Who was she to refuse orders from the Prince? No matter their type.

Then I turned around and left, leaving the little devil behind in her new cage. A. Gupta Hello dear readers, I have tagged my books for Competition both this one- Caged and His Broken Princess, please vote with gems and leave comments. Thankyou for all the new readers who've started reading my book, you can join F B group to know about my other books. Or on I***a. Check out my thumbnail here for it.

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There was more to the things written in this book and he was certain only the elders knew about it, and probably his father and Uncle Silas. " Maybe there is something... "He began flipping through the empty pages again, hoping to find something when a hand gripped his shoulder from behind. He would have screamed but the hand covered his mouth and the keeper of the library's face was brought to unveil by the illumination of the lamp. " My prince, what are you doing with a forbidden book?" .. .. The Next Day .. .. ".....and the prince lived ever happily with the princess in his magnificent tower" Little Zayn read aloud to the ears of the library keeper with his fingers trailing the last line

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

He winks at his guards who rushes in and begins taking all the guns from the pockets of all the guards laying unconscious on the floor. The red-haired guy steps forward to me, his blue eyes suddenly calm, despite his hand still clutching at his shoulder. “I'm Prince Demon Dejavan, Your captor.” He says. “The Rogue Prince?” George asks, furrowing his brows. “Has the Rogues invaded the pack?” The Rogues are dangerous people, known for killing without blinking an eye. Most of them are wolves banished from their packs for committing a particular crime. But this red-haired guy before me, seems too calm to be a rogue and that he is even their prince, makes me doubt everything I know about the rogu