Crowning A Spoiled Prince Bato Novels & Stories

The Emperor bowed on his knees including everyone else in the room Abidjan walked to him and fell on his knees “Your highness…..” The whole crowd was shocked as they gasped in surprise, how did the almighty King Balthasar the ruler of the whole North, took an interest on the Cougar dog to even buy her, King Balthasar gestured for Abidjan to stand and he did, he gave Abidjan a nod, and he took that as an order “Give him the bag of gold” Abidjan ordered the servant, and he walked to the Emperor and dropped the bag of gold before him

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

Flint said. "To continue to grow our legacy." I agreed. "I'll do it," I said, slicing my hand. The blood pooled in my palm. I reached forward and let it drip into the cup. When my blood hit the smooth golden surface, it started to bubble, and steam began to rise. I arched my brow as I looked up at Imelda. "Name, title, and acceptance." Ignoring my silent question. "I Balor Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia. Accept your deal." The blood in the goblet started to bubble even more before it completely evaporated. I hissed as the slice on my palm burned. A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

My heart swelled with pride. Elizabeth was beautiful just like her mother. She even had Rose's emerald green eyes. "I'll protect you with my life," I whispered. "I'm lonely," Rose complained. "Oh sorry, here, I'll let you 'borrow' her for a while. How about that?" I smirked and placed Elizabeth on her lap. "Excuse me? Who carried her for nine months?" she raised her eyebrows. "You were just a vessel for carrying my fruit. Your job is done," I announced.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

“Your Highness, please allow me to hear Lady Bethany’s complete answer.” My jaw dropped because of his manners. Where did it get the courage to disobey the Crown Prince? Yes, they belong to the same family tree, but everyone knows that the Crown Prince was still higher than the Duke! “Fine. That was your last question, and Lady Bethany, if you love yourself, you will give him an intriguing answer,” the prince said as he put the mittens on my bare hands. “Thank you very much, Your Highness. I am sorry if my plain and boring answer confused the both of you,” I said sarcastically.

he said "last night you seen every inch of my body now feeling shy to see my shirtless body or you want see me totally" I hitted him without allowing him to continue it how can he talk shamelessly I accept iam his wife but also really my prince is a weird guy he lifted me in bridal style I asked "prince what you are doing" he said "I will help you in taking bath" my cheeks are turning into red he filled bath tub with hot water and gently placed me in it

' thought king Damien with a smirk expresison . " Your majesty ! this isn't something that you should be smiling about . In the letter, it says that the crown prince of Spain lost his temper and nearly declared war at Anadol . He threatened the king that he would strip him of his royal title if Charlotte didn't come back . " said the butler with a nervous expresison . " Wow ! He he he he ! Killing two birds with one stone . This human girl was really useful . " said king Damien with a laugh .

he asked, turning on himself. “Handsome. Very handsome.” they both replied proudly. He smiled, getting all emotional and hugging them again. -- There were gasps of admiration when the Prince reappeared, walking down the middle path with his parents at his sides. He was in sparkly white. From head to toe. A shiny and very attractive groom. His white was pure and made him look like he’d walked straight out of someone’s sweet dream. Saïda’s sweet dream. Prince charming himself. He went and stood in front of the mayor’s table. His three friends behind him as his best men. Landry was his witness and ring man.