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"It's not enough that the descendants of this cruel woman also love to kill anyone, he also killed two previous wives before you. I think you are still safe until now, because he intended to kill you without getting his own hands dirty." Amanda bit her lip. ‘The Black Prince is indeed cruel, even ordering his servants to torture me,’ she thought. A flash of laughter from the Black Prince suddenly came to Amanda's memory, but somehow when she was alone with him, he looked more lonely than cruel. "Is it true that he is so cruel?"

"You have the reputation of being a man who doesn’t trust people easily, be close off with the general public, which could mean you're cruel." She leaned further, taking in the features of his face, the pores of his skin too visible and radiant under the light. "But, you're not cruel," Celina said with complete confidence. "Your smile and your eyes are far too kind for that." The Prince choked on the air, “Yeah?” Celina nodded her head, leaning back. Silence blanketed the room, making her skin prickle as she pinched her eyes shut. The sound of their ragged breaths echoed in the room until the Prince spoke.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

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

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

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.

“He better not think that he’s lucky he’s still alive, because I’m going to make sure that he’ll suffer the punishment from the law.” My lips tremble, and a soft cry escapes my mouth as I look away, staring at my own shaking hand that is gripping the bed sheet now. Prince almost killed Andrew. I remember his words. “No, you don’t understand,” Prince said, and when I looked at him, the rage in his eyes made me shudder. “I’ve never wanted to kill a person until now. I could literally kill him, Ches. And I’m not fucking joking.”

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.