Cruel Princes Series Novels & Stories

Not a small skirmish against a few straggling rogues, but a real battle against what could very well be a horde of them. But I didn’t tell him that. When the prayer ended, the room was silent. Then, one by one, the betrothed of the three princes stepped forward, each carrying a flower crown that matched the colors of their respective houses. Mine were red and yellow. I wondered what those colors were supposed to signify to Serena’s family. I clenched my jaw, feeling suddenly self-consciousness as I stepped up beside Caleb and Edrick’s fiancée’s.

I cleared my throat, making him say, “Are you sure about this today or will you leave again?” “What is your name, Sir?” I asked the first thing I want to know adding the gesture, I would have added if he was my boss. “You don’t know my name?” he asked, and I can see that he is shocked from his tone. “I may have forgotten. What is it?” I asked him again. “I am Prince of Ivaan, and you don’t know my name?” he asked, turning around to stare at me. “Prince? What Prince?” I asked him in shock with wide eyes, and he stared back at me with wide eyes.

I am not a human. I am—I am different. I am a princess. But I am not a fairy-tale princess because, in fairy tales, other children and little animals love them, aren’t they? Me? They hide from me. I know I scare them. Even though I am stupid, I know that much. Kannax tells me all the time that I am the dumbest and ugliest among father’s children.

“He’s all talk. Don’t worry. Besides, I actually know how to use a sword: I doubt he does. I’ll keep you safe.” “Oh, sir, I have no doubt. I just hope you don’t get on his bad side. He might actually kill you.” I chuckled. “He’d get lost in this maze of a palace within five minutes and end up begging a footman for directions. And if I were worried about an Irishman losing his temper, I wouldn’t be marrying an Irishwoman with a temper equally as bad.” Once upon a time, a prince married a princess.

he crouched and picked the broken parts of his glasses. “They broke,” Dustin sighed out as he examined his broken glasses. Sienna crouched as well. “You sho..” “Your eyes broke,” A mocking voice cut Sienna short. The remark was followed by a roar of laughter. They both looked up and found the Alpha Prince towering over them along with his stooges. He was looking down at them with a smug smirk while spinning the ball on his one finger. Sienna was so tempted to slap that damn smirk off his face.

Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it. My throat is dry. Princess? How can I be a Princess when I have no memories? And Crimson is a Queen? She looks like one, even carries herself like one. But how can she be my mother? "My name is Roel And I work here, as a doctor and as a mentor. You don't need to panic, we are going to take care of you, and help you come to terms with who you are, while we figure out exactly what you remember. Is that okay?"

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

Lady Zari continues, her voice gaining strength, “the reason your son, the Crown Prince, has not yet returned to the capital is because this woman used magic on him. She seduced him.” Gasps echo from every corner. The King’s face goes completely white, then flushes with rage. Even Magnus Blackwood looks shocked. But none of them look as shocked as I feel. “Wh–what?” I stammer, my voice barely audible through the nobles’ murmuring. “I don’t even know the Crown Prince. How could I possibly seduce him?” Lady Zari’s smile is cold and triumphant. “Oh, but you do know him, don’t you? This scheming little shifter had high ambitions, Your Majesty. She tracked down the Crown Prince during his mission

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

Laughter rippled between them and it was so cruel and twisted. “Oh, but it is,” another chimed in, eyes flashing. Panic gripped my chest as hands grabbed me, too many hands and clawed at my wrists, my ankles, forcing me down despite thrashing hard but their grip was ironclad. “She dared accuse the Princes,” a girl hissed, stepping forward. “They don’t kill, you stupid human. They’re cursed because of an unfortunate circumstances that happened, not murderers and I will be the one to cure that curse and marry him”