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His love for me is no different from his love for a pet. My fingers clenched tightly. I raised my eyes and silently gazed at Prince Kral's face, resisting the urge to accept the glass of wine he held. As the darkness in his golden eyes expanded, I offered a faint smile. "No, Your Highness, I'm feeling a bit unwell and prefer not to indulge in alcohol." Prince Kral's smile gradually faded, and his eyes narrowed. He leaned closer, his voice filled with suppressed displeasure. His emotions seemed like an overloaded ship, teetering on the edge of capsizing beneath his calm facade.

It occurred to me how tense she would be to think that her lover could have something to do with my death, and what it would cost her if she had to decide which side to be. The prince of wrath looked at us under his shoulder, when he was already heading inward. Without really looking into our eyes, he said: "Don't expect to find dances and fornication in my territory. There are no falsehoods around here. Only the mäl and human souls ready to be enslaved for the rest of the time "and, without further ado, began to move forward

He's breathing so hard I can almost see the steam escaping from his nostrils. And that. That's his limit. When I think I'm going to get a scream or a growl, the Prince approaches me and stops with his legs apart in a very clear position of power. — Do you think I'm going to die in Primal? And that? Do you think I'm going to die and then you'll be free? — makes a strange sound that I think is a laugh, but it sounds like a ferocious growl. — Know this, Kim; I will not die. I'll be out of here like the Wolf King of Agreis in three days, and then I won't mind any help from you. I will have the power to discover my enemies on my own. You will no longer be of any importance to me, and yet I will n

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by

Merien asked in shock. "Yes, they are. They are the only Korean-like heartthrobs on this campus. And, they are also the ones you fought with." "What?! Them?! When did they become like Korean heartthrobs?! My God! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha! They looked like aliens." I said. The behavior is alien! Yes! They will support, especially the one who is gorilla! The Jade?! Aliens! King of the aliens in handsomeness---awesomeness! Yuck!