Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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

Frustration, explosive emotions, and a shattered sense of pride fought a brutal civil war inside my head. Should I really surrender to this sweet, poisonous trap laid by my own stepsister? Should I really hand my body back over to that damn man just to rescue an empire I had built with my own blood and tears?

“You were created for me, and I was created for you. You’re everything to me, crown prince or not. You’re the other half of my soul.” “I can’t even shift.” The words come out broken, all my insecurities laid bare. “I don’t care.” He pulls me down until our foreheads are touching. “I would choose you over anyone, over everyone. Prince or pauper, it doesn’t matter.” “Your father—” “Can go to hell if he thinks he can take you from me.” The vehemence in his voice makes my breath catch. This isn’t some careful, controlled prince sitting on a throne. This is my Kael: fierce and protective and utterly ruthless when it comes to things he considers his.

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

Now her friend could save that pregnant girl. He didn't want to harm her and he tried his best to save her. He left her door open even after Alex telling him to close it. He made a noise by dropping a vase on the floor so that she could wake up. He shouted while talking to Alex so that someone could hear it. This was the first time Mr. Knights had sent him with someone to kill a person. He had never killed anyone. He just sells drugs to feed his pregnant wife. Kelly ran toward Natasha and saw that there was a big gash in the side of her belly.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

The eldest prince was very prestigious on his cunning work of device just to overthrow that tribe in the Land Zagreb. However it was later found out that it was the young prince who had directly been receiving those strategies to execute the said tactics and had successfully captured the tribe King. For him, he was the most abominainable and vicious young leader he ever known. His wild look in his eyes served him the title of the most cunning person ever existed. Rumors reached even at this land about the cause of the young prince’s almost impossible character. Cold and unforgiving. Heartless and yet, silently tortured. These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire.

I Screamed " Miss, watch your words you might get yourself killed if the prince hears you" The voice wispered as I grew more irritated than i did before!! " So the lunatic that kidnapped me is a prince?" I scoffed "Prince of what?, Imbeciles?" I chuckled as I heard a soft voice outside " Sire am sorry I couldn't keep her under control" The voice cried as I heard the door click open and the lunatic prince came in He stood next to the door starring at me "Look, if your gonna kill me then do it quick!!, Starvation isnt a good way to kill someone you know!"

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

I've never seen him so consumed with anger before that now it's my turn to calm him down. I hug him tighter and whisper softly, "It's okay." Even though I know that the lunatic is still out there somewhere, now I just don't want to think about it. 'No, you don't understand. “Prince pulls away. When I look at him, the rage in his eyes makes me shudder. "I've never wanted to kill a person until now. I could literally kill him, Ches. And I'm not fucking joking." His words send chills running down my spine. It's a rare sight to see Prince Crivelli incapable of control.