Cry For Me Crown Prince Novels & Stories

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

She knew if she did, she might unravel. Apollo leaned back slightly, eyes sharp. Nicky’s grin faded. Callie straightened. Jess felt the shift instantly, her intuition prickling. Something was up. Chris exhaled through his nose, then lifted his gaze. “I didn’t leave home just because I wanted freedom,” he said. “I ran because I was being prepared for a life I didn’t choose.” Silence wrapped the table. “I’m a prince,” he continued calmly. “Crown Prince of Uriba.” Jess’s breath caught softly. He was staring directly at her, his softening a bit at her shocked expression.

She could still see the sadness and pain in the Crown Prince's eyes, but she couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. "I know it's wrong... I know what I'm about to do is wrong... But I can't control my feelings anymore... because you are my weakness," the Crown Prince said. Mask Princess felt nervous as she listened to the Crown Prince's words. "Forgive me for what I'm about to do, Mask Princess," the Crown Prince said, holding her face and bringing his lips to hers.

So, the forgotten prince holds some animosity toward Kpop prince, huh? "Alice," the crown prince stepped forward to Allistair but the latter just signaled him to stop coming closer by raising his hand. "I am sorry, mate. If only I knew what would happen I could have ridden with the other carriage." Grabbing the crown prince's collar, Allistair cried hopelessly in front of him while his cerulean eyes were ablaze with frustration and defeat. "Stop talking to me like you knew what I've been through!" It must be so hard enduring all of it alone.

"Two weeks ago, a case was brought before us, whereby Crinka, formerly introduced as Stormie, allegedly accused our Crown Prince of rape. Now we know better than to blindly believe the words of a werewolf, so we decided to investigate the matter, and I stand here today to tell you that this woman here is nothing but a liar and a cheat!" The crowd hurrayed. Izal shook his head. Sia's jaw clenched. Ruarc smiled and my blood chilled. I was a fool for thinking that they would paint a bad image of their Crown Prince. I'm not going to make it out of here alive, but if I do, I'd be goddamned lucky.

His legs that has been frozen in place tried to move forward, but the numbness and the heavy weight of his sins pulled him down as he fell forwards and knelt on the ground with a silent roar of a cornered beast coming out of his mouth. The two personal subordinates at the side could only watch at the side with complicated expressions. They wanted to support their crown prince, but the chaotic air around the other party forced them to stand on their ground with helplessness surging in their chests. They could not help their crown prince in dealing with the matters about his fated mate, and it is a reality that completely reveals their uselessness. This is the atmosphere that greeted Crow the

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

The crowd was cheering but the noise quieted down when they saw me. “People of Oban, I’d like to introduce to you the Crown Prince, and future King, Jericho Kiran Malachi St. Claire,” I announced, and I felt Kiran’s hand on my shoulder. The noise from the crowd was deafening and I turned away from them as Jericho’s eyes popped open. “Dad, are you crying?” I asked him, as he wiped his eyes. “Of course not,” he said to me, as Adara took his hand.