Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

I glare at him from my spot on the floor, I'm sure I look anything but intimidating right now, more like an angry toddler who just landed on their butt. I can't seem to see James or Vincent anywhere, that's strange I think to myself but shrug it off as I begin to be dragged forward. I'm dragged through a large hall, through huge wooden doors into what looks like a throne room. Before me sits a large man draped in a purple cape with a golden crown perched upon his head full of hair, I assume that he is the king. I've never met the king before or seen him in person but I have seen pictures and he seems to fit the profile. Next to him is seated a young man who is no older than 23 or 24, he too

"Remember seven years ago? I took a bullet for you, bleeding out on the floor, and you just picked up Lena's call and walked away." The painkiller was fading, and I pushed through the pain, stepping closer to him. "Then there's William. Halfway around the world, he called and walked me through removing the bullet without any pain meds." "Why are you bringing this up?" Nolan stepped back, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. I could not help but laugh. "Oh, no reason. Just thought you should know that the woman you see as disposable is someone else's treasured Principessa." With that, William's crew had the whole banquet hall on lockdown.

I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box. What a mistake. The moment I grabbed it, that moment I dropped it. Covering my mouth in fear, I back away from the object. My body trembles, and my mind kept replaying what I just saw. Somehow, the moment I had the crown in my hands, flashbacks of a kingdom being destroyed appear in my mind. It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed.

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

"My apologies for disappointing you, your highness, but there is nothing more." The crown prince stood up and smirked. He uttered, "Is that so? I heard something remarkable had happened. I heard there was a strange light, did my ears deceive me?"strange light Duke Fedelin gasped, failing to compost his poise. "It's not the reaction I was expecting for someone who does not know what I was talking about," says the crown prince with a smile. However, after a blink of an eye, his face had turned into a cruel man who was about to do bad deeds. "You have reached my patience. I'm afraid if you fail me this time, you don't have another chance to prove your worth. You know what happens to those who a