Crown Prince Sells Medicine Novels & Stories

The first and second pieces of information proved that Helena’s grandmother as well as Chandler had both been promoting the Rejuvenating Pill. The third piece of information was a little more subtle. The Crown Piece did not inform his mother, who was the Queen, about the Rejuvenating Pill, and as such, did that mean that he did not want his mother to come to know about the existence of this medicine? However, Charlie thought to himself, ‘This Crown Prince might be thinking a little too much because although the British royal family is quite rich, they are really nothing compared to those rich people who are worth hundreds of billions of US dollars. The Crown Prince is really nothing at all c

Only I had been trapped in my own delusion—believing Damian loved me too. "Don't worry, Harrison. I won't follow him anymore. And I won't keep hurting myself for his sake." I had already made my decision. I was going back to the North. I was going to become the Alpha Prime. To stop myself from wavering, I immediately called my father. Caspian Nightshade was overjoyed. He had always said my talent and ability would be wasted if I didn't take the throne. Damian was just the Alpha of a mid-tier pack. He could never be king.

“This is Elias losing control of the narrative.” The data wasn’t chaotic. It was structured. Layered. Almost educational. Like someone was teaching the world how the machine really worked. And then came the third break. The call. Not to me. To the world. Every screen flickered. Phones. Tablets. Billboards. News stations. A single symbol appeared: a black crown splitting in two. Then Caspian’s face. No distortion. No filters. No shadows. Just him, looking directly into the camera. “My name is Caspian Zane,” he said calmly. “And the world you live in is a lie.”

At the Blauer Hof Palace at Laxenburg, the young eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Hadrian is sitting by the veranda over-looking the pond reading a book when he was disturbed by his butler. His stature is fragile, with pale complexion and jet-black hair, his striking green eyes lowered earnestly at the book he is reading, and his gentle hand cradles the literary work. He hardly spends time inside the palace when not in the veranda, he can be found at the garden tending to and studying about the plants he planted or talking and working with the old man named Marco. He is also known to have kept himself from any kinds of luxury which his noble relatives found as taboo. He has acquired that habit

Her shoulders drooped as a small, sad smile formed on her lips. “I specially ordered it from a merchant after the poisoning of my brother who was supposed to be the next king. We thought the theriac antidote was enough to heal him but… it did not work. So, in order not to repeat such history, I always kept the antidotes just in case another cyanide poisoning occurs.”

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

"Inside yes such a disguise is good, but outside who will know you? You are no longer a princess who is ill from overexertion. You can be anybody you want to be. But don't stray too far away such that it will be difficult for mother to see you. My heart aches for you two together now. I could take this disease from you, but I am already weakened as you saw with my eyes before. I do not know how I could absorb much more of your pain. On the alternative, you can ask Master Guo if you wish for help with your eyes. He is skilled with disguises. I doubt anyone but yourself can truly cure you." "But the crown prince--" "So what the crown prince? He is titled. He has his own children. L