Crowning A Spoiled Prince Bato Novels & Stories

“I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.” Alaric frowns at me, like he can see what I’m thinking before he moves across the carriage and grabs my face with both his hands. “We will have you in our beds because you are beautiful and smart. We are loyal to no one. None of us has chosen a mate. We never have, and you are not a whore for lying with us. You will be rewarded for your time with us, pleasured by our touch and treated as an equal,” he explains to me, but everything from when he said they don’t have mates seems like a blur.

They were just like us except we had titles, which I had always said were really meaningless because as a leader we were called to serve the people by the Moon Goddess and not use them as we deemed fit. “Hey,” I smiled. My voice had a playful undertone which was intentional… to make them loosen up a bit. “Hello ma’am,” one of the maids said. They couldn’t even look at me, straight in my eyes. Instead, they bowed their heads and that irked me. “Can you please raise your head?” I said, still holding a wild smile on my face. “I want to see your faces.” They were hesitant at first but slowly they raised their heads up. They still wouldn’t look at me.

“Stupid girl. How could I, the Crown Prince be stuck with a trash and brainless maid.” “Think of it that you have less of a complaint,” said Braum Yun. He was the Crown Prince’s faithful servant and subordinate. “Humph. I guess.” The Crown Prince stomped out of the room. When the Crown Prince came back, he saw Bella carrying water for his bath. Annoyed, he walked over to Bella. Bella, seeing him bowed slightly to him and continued on carrying the heavy pails of water. Crown Prince stared at her with annoyance. He purposely stepped in front of her.

Prince Xander Reenan, who heard this immediately stepped up and stood beside King Dominic. "Princess Alleta, come here," said Prince Xander. "If you move, I won't think twice about hurting you, Princess Alleta." Prince Chapistrano said right into the princess' ear. "Prince Chapistrano, crown prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill. I know your parents well. You have not inherited their attitude at all. You are a rebellious son, who only thinks about pleasure, who cannot carry out the responsibilities of a crown prince heir to the throne. In your kingdom, you can use your strength and power to make others submit to you, but not here. You are just a guest like me. Don't act as if you are the ru

"Huh? If this is true, there will be an uproar tomorrow. But well, even if the prince's face is ugly, the uproar will still happen. Well! Brother, how about we make a bet?" Suddenly, the fifth prince looked at the crown prince with a hopeful gaze. "Huh? Bet on what?" asked the crown prince. "Let's bet on how ugly the prince is and how excited the people who come there tomorrow will be. The prize is your hundred-year-old drink and my hundred-year-old fish. How about it?" said the fifth prince, offering his idea to the crown prince.

Three months has passed since the prince of the land lost his mind, he hasn’t gotten any batter and it worries me because I have no other male child, to take over from me when the time comes for me to join my ancestors. Which means that the crown of BaTloung will go to another family and that will also mean that I have failed as a king, a man, a father, and a husband.

Emperor Mohart could only grunt at his son’s rudeness and called for the servants to prepare for the banquet. The prince walked out of the room feeling more tired, ‘what a waste of time,’ he thought! He dipped his body in a golden tub—filled with fragrant water—placed in his bath chamber adjoining the bedroom, with a glass of wine in his hand. A wife! He grimaced, who’d be whore enough to sell her soul to a monster for fame and power?

Ruben asked quietly. Batton regarded the Crown Prince for a moment before replying, he seemed calm and collected but his vampire’s heightened senses could feel the rage seething just below the stoic surface. “She is doing extremely well…” He met Ruben’s watchful gaze. “Something tells me this is nothing new to her.” Batton saw Ruben’s jaw clench tight as he looked away, then he took a swig of his whiskey and sighed with resignation. “Unfortunately it isn’t…” “She’s coping well…she’s a good girl.”

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"