Dirty Wicked Prince Novels & Stories

Not after everything. The second the door shuts, I whirl around to see Prince crumpled on the floor. Panic surges through me as I rush to him, kneeling and lifting his lifeless body into my arms. He’s completely unresponsive, his clothes damp, caked with dirt and blood. His hands—God, his hands—are so filthy I can barely make out the skin beneath the grime and dried blood. Vomit streaks across his chest, and the smell is suffocating. This is beyond fucked.

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.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

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?

I moaned and my grip on his shirt tightened. “Ugh…!” he grunted under his breath, as if he was having trouble breathing. He was thrusting in a slow and gentle pace and for some reason, it’s not enough for me. My body wanted more. “P-Please,” I begged him. I saw a little smirk formed on his lips. “Please what, Princess?” “I-I want m-more,” I whispered. He gave me his devilish smile before leaning close. He pressed his body to mine and I could feel the shape of his bulging chest. He buried his face in my neck.

A prince who walked out of today’s session furious. A prince whose silence meant something dangerous. Good. Let them fear me. Fear made men honest, if only briefly. I moved deeper into the ballroom, crossing beneath archways wrapped in fresh flowers and past fountains overflowing with roses dyed to match the royal colours. Ice sculptures shaped like mythical beasts glittered in the candlelight, shallow attempts at opulence in a kingdom struggling to hide its own decay. Servants hurried past carrying trays heavy with delicacies imported from neighboring lands, lands pretending they weren’t watching Eldenwald’s drought with morbid curiosity.

“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.

DIANA “No... no, this has to be a mistake!” Lisa screamed. She started shaking her head violently, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the scroll in mother’s trembling hands. “What is the Supreme King thinking? Out of all the princes, why him? Why the Dark Prince?!” She grabbed my hands, her fingers digging deep into my skin.“Diana, he has killed every single woman that has ever gone close to him! Everyone knows it! He’s a monster who killed his own mother when he was just ten years old!”

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

I said wide eyed, Diana bowing at the sight of the prince, not saying a word as she tried processing what she was looking at before the prince let my hand and waist go and I took a step back glaring at him. “What have you done to them?” I asked the prince who frowned in confusion “my friends, Prince Nathan, what have you done to them?” “What have I done to them?” Prince Nathan asked his frown still on his face, his eyes trying to read my expression to understand what I meant, but my own eyes were filled with tears as I feared the worst. “Kiara love, what is going on?” Prince Nathan asked cupping my cheeks softly, his eyes wide with worry as he tried figuring out what was wrong with me, and w