Captive Prince Novels & Stories

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

I noticed the eagerness and hungry lust in the eyes of the other Alphas. All of them were indifferent. Monsters. "I'll pay double for her!" Alpha Prince Caddel arose and said, to the shock of the crowd. While it didn't necessarily mean that I was in safer hands as I was going to march into a royal household if I was bought by him, it was a greater risk knowing who this Alpha was. Bloody. Vile. Alpha Prince Caddel was the second Prince of our kingdom, known for possessing slaves and using them as he wanted. My blood ran cold as I processed his data in my mind, an obvious feeling of happiness dancing on his face.

The flower in his hand caught her eye and she took it from him with amazing speed. “Hey!” Colter, a warrior prince from the kingdom of Howard, renowned for his battle skills and tactics was out-smarted by a human, reacted making a half-assed attempt to grab it back. Vida kept it out of his reach by stepping back, giggling at the same time. “Aww, is this for me?” she said in a cute voice that made his heart shiver, “I love tulips!” The prince from another world scratched his head and sheepishly grinned at her, “Yes well, seeing as how that man brought you even more, why don’t you hand it over and I’ll just eat it in shame.”

He stops, a glint of anger flickering in his eyes that look so much like Adelaide’s. “Excuse me, do you know who I am?” The Prince puffs his chest out trying to look important, I’m getting frustrated at his lack of urgency. I can feel Adelaide slipping in my arms, I readjust my grip. “Punish me later, I need to get her laid down, she fainted,” I growl towards him. I’m trying not to but my wolf is getting pissed, his mate’s hurting. Prince Marc’s eyes soften before he turns gesturing with his head for me to follow, “Her room’s in the family wing, follow me”.

For the second time around, the ruthless and scoundrel-looking anonymous tall man pinned my body on the wall by gripping on my neck with enough tightness for me to breathe. Our eyes locked with each other. It is when I felt like I was hypnotized by his words he was about to speak. "I am Brixton Cardinal. One of the princes of this kingdom, an heir to the throne, and I were the ones who saved your life. I resurrected you from death, and now you ought to follow what I say and become my slave. Dare to talk back with your master and your tongue will be cut into pieces; if you lay a finger on me, then you would be slain for treason," the man had enunciated.

they both begged, but Sir Beta would not listen and he took them by the arms each and dragged them to the palace, inside the throne room where Alpha Ragnar and Luna Philipa were. "The Princess" Sir Beta introduced when they got there, pressing his son's back. "Fall on your knees both of you." He commanded and they listened. Calantha stared at the ceramic floor unable to look at her parents. She heard the Beta whispering some things to her father and her body shook when the Alpha stood up from the chair and walked towards her. "Get up," Ragnar ordered in his coarse voice. Calantha immediately obeyed, looking up at her father with shaky eyelids. She was almost as tall as her father but his bod

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

My head snaps toward the estate, and my breath catches. Prince is standing at the doorway, gun raised. His posture is tense, his grip steady, and even from here, I can see the rage burning in his eyes. “He said leave,” one of the Capo says, his smirk making me want to break his fucking nose. “Or the next one goes to the head.” I stare at Prince, waiting for him to lower the gun, waiting for something—anything—that tells me this isn’t real. That this is just his anger talking, not something he actually wants.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

It vanished as quickly as it came. "You'll find out soon enough," she said, recovering her composure. "That prince isn't just cursed — he's violent. Dangerous. His wolf goes feral and he can't control it." She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "I give it a month before you're begging to come home." I doubted that. Prince Kaelan Valemont had been one of the most decorated warriors of his generation. He'd led border defense campaigns, put down rogue uprisings.