Novel & Cerita Cardan From The Cruel Prince

I rolled my eyes and jabbed at him, "cut the crap… I know very well what his tactics are… I admitted that it was me who started the fire and that too accidentally. Still working on that shit, why don't he just move on. Anyway, keep doing it. Fools follow the lead of the wrong emperor." "I am afraid that you think so wrong about your father, Prince Stefan. He cares for you…" "I don't want to hear any shit… everyone knows my relationship with him so don't try to be a shoulder to lean on… you have taken advantage of that relationship, Karl. The fact is I don't want to prove this shit because my time is worth more than that. Now please, Shut it and make an arrow of that concern you have for my f

" Jordan is one of Silvério's great loyalists. - He whispers in surprise. I look at it, laughing softly. — And I'm the wife of his boss and Silvério. She laughs and shakes me excitedly, making me laugh. A few minutes passed and our cards were handed over. Golden Cards. As much as the color is a glossy black with gray letters. The biggest card, I suppose, which unlocks everything and then some. Before we left, we left our signatures on the signers' document, and then we went back.

He looked from me to the card then his countenance turned ugly. “This is the prince’s card, omega.” The way he snarled my title made my wolf angry. “How did you get a hold of it?” “He gave it to me!” I snapped, feeling my heart race faster as I spoke. I didn’t want things to escalate further than they already had because I could see some phones coming out of pockets and more people trooping into the store. “Why would the prince give you his card?” One girl piped from behind “He probably told her to buy him something and she’s here to buy clothes for herself.”

I whispered, my hand gripping the table so tight my knuckles whitened. Ivana wasn’t finished. “Furthermore, my stepson, Prince Arden, has unfortunately been manipulated into aiding her. Cassandra Montclair has seduced him, bedding him to bend him to her will. Now he acts not as his own man, but as her puppet.” I froze. My chest constricted. She had dragged him into this. The news anchors and pundits filled the screen, each voice sharper, crueler than the last. They said I was heartless, selfish, cruel for humiliating Richard.

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

“And yet none of you idiots have managed to track him down? Are you all that fucking incompetent?” “Maybe you’d like to do better, Lucas,” Kane, the enforcer, growls from his seat. “The prince is like a fucking ghost, and you know it. He’s picking us off one by one, and we’re sitting ducks in our own damn territory!” Marco’s jaw tightens as the bickering escalates. He doesn’t stop it, letting them vent their frustrations. But his fingers drum steadily on the table, a dangerous sign that his patience is wearing thin.

“Because they don’t trust him.” Zane’s eyes widened, and he snatched the paper away. They widened further as he scanned the document. He read aloud: “The Council cannot in good conscience approve a program of this magnitude when it is associated with Prince Isaac, whose history of irresponsibility and frivolity makes him an unsuitable recipient for such a sensitive initiative. And by extension, as his chosen mate and sponsor of this proposal, Princess Bianca cannot be trusted either.”

He looked every bit the martyr. “What is the meaning of this, Zade?” the King thundered, slamming his fist against the armrest of his throne. “You burst into a council meeting looking like a madman, and you drag this… this blood-covered creature into my hall! I have reports that you attacked the Royal Guard and destroyed an interrogation chamber!” Zade never released my hand. His fingers remained tightly woven with mine, silently lending me strength. When he spoke, however, his voice was colder than ice. “It means, Father, that the empire’s younger crown prince is a cowardly parasite.”

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.

I tried to sound confident but came out timid and tired of all this. "Now this isn't the welcome I thought of darling... I at least deserve a little praise for my plan to take you away and what I am about to do. But before everything, I live the fear on your face. It makes me want to sin. " He said coming close to my face and I could feel his disgusting breath on my face. " Prince Darsh... The crown prince of Magadh, Prince Vikram Aditya is approaching us. Seems like he figured out where we are." A soldier came in and informed me of the good news I had been waiting for.