Cruel Prince Crown Novels & Stories

she mutters at the door, “sometimes things are handed to us not because we are special… but because we are expendable . Keep that in mind future Queen .” She’s gone before I can reply. I stare at the door for a moment longer than necessary, the smile slowly fading from my lips. But I straighten my crown even if it is only in my imagination for now and I walk out with my head held high. The palace is a wonder of architecture — ancient tapestries, vaulted ceilings, and corridors that echo with history. As we descend the main staircase, I see Prince George waiting near the garden entrance. His uncle stands beside him, along with a few royal advisors.

Eric's frown deepened. Whistles and kisses were blowing in all corners of the stages. Crown Prince Luke says, “She’s wearing a vile, have her take it off." "Why?" asked Christopher. "Who knows. Maybe she's actually hideous," laughed Crown Prince Luke. "You think so?" asked Matthew. "I want to see how beautiful she is," answered Crown Prince Luke sniveling evilly at Ruby. Eric eyed the Crown Prince with cold eyes. He wanted to say, “She’s too good for your eyes.”

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

He needed to bear more insults from her, and he was going to do it as long as he got what he wanted. He had been able to learn that the princess did not have anyone in her life, as she was arrogant and full of herself. She had looked down on a lot of men, and the king, her elder brother, was looking into getting a prince from another kingdom to marry her, but no one had come yet. He smiled. "Well, I have the looks, and I'm definitely going to teach her a lesson." He finally went into the hall and paid some of the women at the entrance and had some perfume sprayed at him.

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

"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