Crown Prince Sells Medicine Novels & Stories

I walked to meet him, he said nothing and continued walking. “How can you be so cruel?” I whispered coldly. “I'm called the prince of hell for a reason.” Valinor Nayla Xerian and I did it. We left the walls of the castle without being caught or raising suspicion. As we walked through the town, we had to cover our faces with our cloaks. The whole kingdom knew what the prince looked like, if anyone saw him out by the dead of the night, we would be returned to the castle.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"He has no money. I made sure every account under his name was frozen before he could withdraw a dime. So where did all the money come from?" Kebel Long, the king's right-hand man, stood at a loss for words. The crown prince didn't reach out to his brothers or anyone else to lend money. Even if he did, no one would be willing to help. Yet he had gone all out decorating, getting the finest materials. Their wardrobe even came with pre-ordered winter wear made from the softest fur and boots from the finest leather. "My king, it is believed the crown prince had ordered and paid for all these before the accounts were frozen," Kebel stated.

he asked lazily, the sinister smile on his face making violence feel extremely necessary. That smile, arrogant stupid smile. This fool must have forgotten who exactly he was dealing with. The entire underground restaurant had gone silent now. Every eye locked onto our table while tension spread through the room like poison. I stepped forward slowly. One step. Then another. My heels echoed sharply against the marble floor while Rico’s men subtly reached toward their weapons. Good. I hoped they did. One of the fake versions of my papa smiled wider. “Princess,” fake papa said warmly.

William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca

He gave it back to his father then. Domicos, on the other hand, was summoned by the King and he was given an instruction. “The Grand Crown Prince will announce the lucky lady to become his wife in a short moment,” the healer announced. There was a little sigh of disappointment among the crowd. However, they could do nothing but wait. The King and the prince were talking in hushed tones as we all waited for the decision. Just when the prince was ready to announce, there was an elite warrior who entered the palace hall in a rush, not minding any courtesy. Rugien just stood there waiting for the warrior to tell the news. The latter bowed, remembering his manners, before he spoke.

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

The crown prince led the crown princess into the hall to the patio. " What the good king's name are you wearing? Have Miranda De Costa totally turned you to a mad man? "The Queen asked as soon as they walked in. The crown prince was wearing jeans and polo. "mother, i went into some unexplainable situation and to change into anything available, Miranda had nothing to do with it"The Crown prince said. " Sit"The king ordered and they obeyed. " There's a rumor going around in the king's city, Miranda De Costa can no longer be part of the royal family "The Queen said.