Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

The man and his Queen had been waiting for this moment. “Good morning, your Majesty,” Djafar bowed to them. “Good morning, Djafar,” they replied. “Please tell me what you came up with,” the sultan said and Djafar immediately did so. “Your Highness,” he started. “I believe that what contributes to the Prince’s dishonoring behavior, is the wealth he is surrounded with. He has no limit and the fact that he can use this money as he wishes, adds to the Prince’s arrogance.”

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

One thing that always make him glad was his skill in painting and now his hand was injured, he cannot do what pleased him when upset since according to the royal physician, his fingers wilt have to take forever to have its senses back. Prince Jion felt life was unfair to him and he cannot live a normal life if he wont make somebody feel how he felt inside. That tribe destroyed him and he will do the same to that tribe. He cannot wait any longer when he wilt be crowned as the king.He wilt have that filthy creature vanish out of the lands of his empire. He gazed coldly at the window of that savage before he left with his horse in the King’s valley. The tribe princess saw that one as she reach

He paused and looked at Rowan, then he continued “since your Highness has publicly rejected the sacred bond, an impromptu judgment will take place tonight” My heart that was once stable, began to race faster again like I’m being pursued by an enemy. Everyone turned to look at the council, but no one, not even the High Priest, knew what the judgement would be. The oldest Elder stood up slowly from where he sat, and his old eyes landed on Rowan first, then it shifted to me. He spoke in a calm and gentle voice but it shook the whole kingdom, “there’s only one way left to protect the royal bloodline”.

Flashback… After I gave Luigi the book he needed, I lived like a normal person. I am mortal because Luigi has already given me his mortality. I am Judas, the son of Satan. I hate hell. Even if they say I'm a prince there, I can't afford to look at the sufferings of the people. I'm fed up with hell. I don't want a life like that. So, I made a deal with my father. He agreed. He said that if I could find a creature that would give me his mortality, willingly, I would be free from him. I searched. I spent a lot of time searching, but I always failed.

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

Alfred wasn’t happy and said, “You only have five minutes with him then I’m taking him back.” Shawn walked over to the table and handed Matthias to Joshua who was happy to have his son back, he turned to Alfred and said, “Try taking him away.” “Put your dicks away in front of my son,” Joshua said as he kissed his son on the nose. Hudson burst through the back door and looked at Shawn frightened. Shawn saw Hudson and instantly knew that something was wrong. “My lord,” Hudson called him. “What is it?” Shawn said walking towards him. Hudson lowered his head as he spoke, “The prince, he, he, was walking then tripped and baby came but he, he didn’t make it.”

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"