Cardan The Cruel Prince Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Don't you think that was mean?" Nikolai asked as they walked down the hallway leading to the prince's room. He was rewarded with a deadly look from Luciano. "Oops sorry" He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Didn't mean to offend prince Wolfy.....pleeeease.have mercy my prince...don't..kill... meee!!!...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend the kingdom biggest baby cat!!!" He teased mimicking a helpless voice and laughed loudly clutching his stomach.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

Pedro said and everyone looked at him quietly. "What's the issue?" Prince Brain asked impatiently. "Our king Draco married a mere human pet and until now she is still pretty much alive," Another elder said and Draco's eyes snapped at the man before they narrowed. "It was former king Arthur's request for Draco Hendrix to marry the human girl if he wants the kingdom," Pedro said. "Insulting," Brian snickered lowly as Draco's jaw twitched. Glancing at Brian he recalled what this f*cker had wanted to do to Fiona and it makes him want to strangle him to death right at the moment.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

you're not his type, you are just a nobody"she said , and I raised my hand to hit her , but it was caught in mid air . "How dare you try to lay your filthy fingers on my best friends girlfriend"the prince said , and he pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground... TBC... 💕

Merien asked in shock. "Yes, they are. They are the only Korean-like heartthrobs on this campus. And, they are also the ones you fought with." "What?! Them?! When did they become like Korean heartthrobs?! My God! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha! They looked like aliens." I said. The behavior is alien! Yes! They will support, especially the one who is gorilla! The Jade?! Aliens! King of the aliens in handsomeness---awesomeness! Yuck!

“The curse must be addressed.” Theon’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing. His Lycan stirs, a quiet rumble in the back of his mind, not yet demanding to surface but unwilling to be ignored. Another elder folds his gnarled hands on the table. “Prince or not, Alpha or not, your bloodline carries a mark now. A mark the pack whispers about.” His pale eyes narrow slightly. “They call the young prince the cursed one.” The insult hangs in the air like smoke.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

The fifth prince gave a letter to General Zen, and he politely resigned himself. General Zen returned to the table and handed the letter to the first prince, and a slightly puzzled expression appeared on the man’s face. “What is it?” King Arawn asked. “The fourth prince declared that he withdrew his charge against Hanry Adhelard.” The first prince put the letter on the table. General Oscar picked it up and read it. He saw that there was the fourth prince’s stamp on the letter.

“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.”