Cruel Princes Series Novels & Stories

"Nice to meet you." "And the-" he gestured to the twins but was stopped by them. "Fred," said one of the twins. "We want to be introduced last." continued the other. These guys are embarrassing. "Very well," Fred nodded and gestured to the prince, who I already started to dislike. "This here is Prince Ace Feradin from the Kingdom of Tordis. Please forgive him from his rudeness earlier." Instead of bowing, prince Ace nodded his head once. "By the way, that's PRINCE Ace for YOU"

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

"Pompous lion shifter. The only one from his lineage. He's a high-ranked popular boy. But not as popular as the four princes from the founding families." I watch as the boy enjoys the attention he's getting from the female folks. "What a drama king," Zuri scoffs, shaking her head. "He's not even that cute." "He doesn't look bad." I offer my honest review. Zuri shakes her head. "He's just there. If you see the four founding princes, you'll know the difference between cute and handsome." I throw my head back in laughter. gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time?

he bowed and grabs the princess' hands and kissed the back of the palm in a gentle touch "you're such an ASSHOLE!" the princess pull back her hands and "Pfft! (giggles) ahem we apologize, your highness, we're from the kingdom of Quilde, I'm prince calben the third prince and his my brother the second prince, we were just wandering around here and it is our first so we " the younger brother explained and holds his laugh Prince Dagorlad chivalric ended as he heard the word ASSHOLE "ME? ASSHOLE?!" Prince Dagorlad retorted "YOU BITCH! "

"I have only ever come across a couple of pure ones, the Vampire King being one of them. A pure Vampire is one of Royal blood and only Royal blood. They are faster, stronger, much more cunning, and if they don't have a mate or lover for release, they are extremely cold-hearted and cruel. We may have a little trouble getting the princess away from him, especially if he has claimed her as his own. To get to her, we may even have to kill him. Which will not be an easy task." "Well, it looks like we have more hunting to do and now that we have the princess's full scent, we can follow them both with no trouble." I take one more look around the room and then follow Santiago out the door; we make a

Princes are higher born than Dukes, even ones that do not live in the royal court. Malcolm wasn’t the only person who gave me a bad vibe. There were also the triplets Adrian, Aldon, and Abel. They looked like fashion models and were so similar that I would never have been able to tell who was who. The moment we met I felt Roman tense and move closer to me. They kissed my hand and one of them Aldon or Abel, licked the inside of my wrist. I don’t know if they were trying to be seductive or attempting to taste the virgin, but I screamed and yanked my hand away.

Their casual cruelty sends a wave of fury through me. I press my hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of their callous conversation. My jaw clenches as I push it open, the hinges creaking as if the castle itself is protesting their vile intentions. As the door swings wide, the stench hits us—a rancid mix of sweat, blood, and the fetid air of the dungeon. The scene inside is worse than I had imagined. The princes, those who should have been the defenders of their people, have debased themselves entirely. They’ve become nothing more than animals, driven by their base desires, blind to the reality of their downfall.

Whatever they wanted, they could do with me. I managed to raise my head, and my gaze connected with that of the princes. Alpha Prince Isaiah was a tough one, the eldest of them, and his defiance and cruelty whispered throughout all the kingdoms. His brothers, Damian and Caddel followed, all watching me closely, their despicable glare landing on me. They were the three princes of the Alpha King, the ruthless King of our werewolf city, and of course, his sons took after them. They, all of them - beasts, were friends of my stepfather, and they all waited to devour me.

Since he was the first to finish his dinner, he became the center of attention. “The Crown Prince of the De Kruk Kingdom.” “Oh? So … it’s him? Amazing!” A participant sitting in the middle said, "These four crown princes have very different personalities, don't they?" His friend nodded in agreement, "Jimmy Sealand, the arrogant young master. Then there's Keen Ordanta, the coward. Kharel Mackenzie, the hero. And finally, Richard De Kruk, the ice man." "Wow! I'm curious to see how they will do in the competition."

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.