Dirty Wicked Prince Book Novels & Stories

“No. If I am innocent, then I want one request to be fulfilled by yourself, Alpha Enrique.” “What will it be? What do women like yourself want? To have that cunt of yours fucked? It must be easy to spread your legs for every Alpha you come across, right? Tell me, do you want me to fuck you, Princesa?” he asks harshly, his tone mocking and degrading as his eyes rake over me, lingering on my breasts. His words sting and my cheeks burn at what he’s insinuating. How could he think of me like that? Maybe I’ve thought of- no no no, not like this. Not when he’s insulting me!

The Alpha plastered a smile I have never seen before across his face. Without being told, I bowed my bead down and I expected the rude man to do the same but instead, they bowed to him. “My prince, we are really sorry for the inconvenience. Rooms are being prepared for you and your companions” My prince? The rude man is the dragon prince. And just then, this evil prince, after making me confess to telling him my pack’s secrets, looked at me in the face and smirked. I knew that if he spilled all my ranting, my past will be the least of my troubles. I was in deep sh!t!

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

When the story was over, and I flipped to the last page about the prince and the princess moving into the beautiful palace to live happily ever, he looked up at me with a grin. “You’re the princess, mommy!” he exclaimed, pointing to the couple on the page, “and Aldrich is the prince!” I smiled at that; if only he knew I was technically one by association, but just didn’t act on it. “Yes, honey, Aldrich is a prince,” I said, closing the book. “But you are with the prince, so you’re a princess,” he demanded, furrowing his eyebrows.

With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct.

He gritted his teeth and glared dangerously at me. "Today, that tutor came into my office and slammed his test paper in my face. Mr Prince didn't bother to attempt even a single question in a paper. What a disgrace? Yesterday, he burned her and she made a complaint for the same. How long will I keep it? Either, I will kill him or her. She already knows that we are no ordinary human. We are demons of hell!!!" Father was disappointed and that human was the reason. How dare she make complaints to him? I will not spare her this time. She had crossed all the limits.

The book surely has dark aura but the thing that add on its gloominess was the depiction of the devil in the first page titled The Prince of Darkness. The devil rendered as a large, monstrous figure taking up the entireness of Hell. The depiction in the first page might be a tribute or a way of expressing gratitude to the devil. Lord Yong was turning pages in order to get the remedy for the curse. He was keenly and carefully reading the script. It was written with blood red ink. While going through the book and some of its content he learned that breaking the curse won't be an easy task. Lots of questions and insecurities filled his mind. He was desperately hoping for the remedy to be accomp

PROLOGUE REINA, 6 YEARS OLD Once upon a time there sat a beautiful castle along the shore of the Gulf of Trieste. It was a magical place indeed, with views of the sea to the east and sprawling hills to the west. A savage king and his two sons lived amidst the darkness, slowly wilting right alongside everything in it. No amount of magic could save them.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

She sighted Damien and her entire fears vanished, his gaze was fixed on her, letting her know that he wasn’t giving up, even though her entire faith was uncertain at least she preferred Damien than another person in here. No one else had seem to notice the Prince’s presence, he was the last person to expect at bidding for a slave, he stayed quiet at the back corner, he had given strict instruction to the auctioneer not to dare introduce him, from where he was he could see Duke Sebastian boasting to others two he got the violet eyed slave first, the Prince didn’t know what he loved more, kicking Sebastian off his high horse or having the girl. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of the vam