Dirty Wicked Prince Book Novels & Stories

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

Prince Victor was holding a large and thick book in his arms and Old lady Waina was following after him. "The book you were looking for was kind of lost among the discarded books. It was not easy to find." The old woman commented. I watched Prince Victor walk closer and I realized how old and dusty the books was. "That looks very dusty." I commented as I leaned back, trying to stop myself from bolting put of the chair and running out. "Now, now... A little dust won't hurt your high holiness." Prince Victor smirked before he listed the book up to his head and dropped it on the table for good measure.

*** Writer's POV: The palace people weren't surprised when the prince returned very late, drunk, high and smelt of cheap perfume from the dishonorable women he probably was with. Djafar had to order the guards to hurriedly take him up to his room before his parents had a heart attack, at the sight of their son. Lipstick stains all over his once, pure white and expensive shirt. Everyone pitied the old King. -- "He's an airhead," Saïda told her father, while she fixed his bed with new sheets.

Sindy Vampire Hunter Point of View “ We are left with one hour to receive our very important guest please make sure you do not embarrass me or our kingdom . “ I overhear Prince George and his uncle talking about what is to happen today . It seems Prince George is still not determined to marry the princess chosen for him while the uncle is also determined to get Prince George and the chosen Princess get married. I overhear his uncle shut down every question Prince George asks about his parents but firmly manipulate him into marrying the Princess for the sake of the kingdom that is unaware that the future King is a vampire terrorizing them .

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Keith mutters. My hands are trembling. “I’m not,” I whisper. He doesn’t argue. The ground beneath me leeches heat like it’s feeding on it. My clothes cling damp against my skin, everything smells wrong. Sour and old like something that’s been left out too long. I scratch at my wrist without thinking. It doesn’t come off. The dirt, the feeling of it. It never comes off. My stomach tightens again, sharper this time. I press my forearm against it like that might quiet it.

In my personal assessment, he emanated an unpleasant aura, resembling a contemptible individual. Curiously, though, he possessed an air of regality, akin to that of a prince. His golden locks intertwined with his piercing blue eyes, complemented by attire befitting nobility. If a crown adorned his head, I would readily assume his royal lineage. "They must be deaf, Black. Look at them; they are merely gawking at us," the "jerky prince" remarked with a smirk, addressing the leader with a handsomeness that concealed his true nature. Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual.

"Get up and wash your filthy self. We leave in thirty minutes. Either that, or crawl back to Napoli." The Prince spat on the ground and turned away, his gaze full of loathing. The Queen, her strength depleted, clenched her fists until her nails drew blood. That foolish Prince! You bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll send you to hell along with that bitch Snow White! "Snow White! I will never let you have your happy ending!!"

I brought some food but I was still not visited by hunger so I chose to just wear earphones and quietly listen to music alone while reading the book The Two Prince. On the first night of April, a two Prince was born. The one is a white prince and the other one was black. The piano piece Fur Elise is what I often listen to. That fits in with the book I am reading. As the two grew up, the king and queen noticed the difference between the two princes and each other. As I move to a new page my fascination with the book I am reading deepens. It is soothing and captivating. The white prince behaves badly while the dark prince is kind. That is why the queen and king love the black prince even more.

The slave princess sat by a well, watching her brother draw water. She laughed at the displeased expression on his face as he worked. The little prince certainly possessed strength. The boy effortlessly drew water, pouring it into a larger bucket and sending the smaller one back down. Aekeira reached up to remove the strand of hair that obscured the prince's eyes. With a gentle push, she joined it with the rest, her eyes filled with happiness and laughter. The sight stirred memories within him. Reminded him of Daemonikai and their early days of friendship. A sharp pang of pain gripped Vladya's heart.