Dirty Wicked Prince Novels & Stories

"Has your little honeymoon made you forget what happened last week? You know, when you and your little Elf and Sorcerer friend put on that show to defeat Fredrick by helping you pretend to be me? Unfortunately, your version of me was quite ugly so, I came here today to set the record straight. I’m not ugly. In fact, I’m rather handsome, don't you think?" "Uh… okay," Prince Ron muttered, peeking his head from behind Zedekiel’s arm. So the Dark Lord wasn't just a pervert. He was also mad. There was no need to talk to mad people. "I stand corrected. If that’s all, then we’d really like you to leave." The Dark Lord looked genuinely surprised at Prince Ron’s disinterest. "That’s it? Nothing else?

I just want to be sick. "The prince went all out to make you shine like a diamond tonight. I must say that when I first saw you all those years ago, I lusted for you then, but this takes that lust to a whole new level…" I'm going to be sick now. "But you won't have to worry, my sweet. I don't have any intention of letting that lusty prince have you. He needs to get his own whore instead of trying to take mine." He stood before me, looking down his big nose at me as I stared at the wall behind him. I don't belong to either of you! Lewis was rough-shaven with a few missing teeth. He had short black hair and cold black eyes. He was muscular with a square jaw and looked cruel. Even though I look

“The shower is at your left… why don’t you go inside and have a bath? I want his scent washed from you.” I gulped, “A-And then?” “You choose, I could have you screaming my name for the next few fucking minutes or you continue ghosting,” I stood up from the spot he threw me on, feeling on guard as I stared at this mysterious Dark Prince. I narrowed my eyes at him, as my petite and bare feet connected the floor. It seemed like there were days he suddenly switched, from his personality. Almost like some darkness brewed in him… “I will, um… go in now.”

He seemed tired of crying. "W-Why did she leave me so early? Why did she disappear from me right away? Why, Zariya? She disappeared so I can't even tell her how I really feel--" He couldn't continue what he was going to say because it weeps with weeping. The Prince in front of me now is the opposite of the cheerful and mischievous Prince I met. Prince Dern is very different today. I witnessed his weakness. I can't bear to see him in his condition now.

I moaned as he moved to my neck, still with the feather light touches as he breathed my scent in. “I plan to enjoy telling you as I take my payment.” He grinned against my skin, “I’m a Prince of Hell,” he said, nipping at the tender flesh below my ear. I felt my body responding to him and I repeated Louis and Marcus’ names in my head. “I have many names, I’m a Prince of Demons.” He declared in between gentle nips, his hands moving up to the buttons of my shirt as he exposed more of my flesh for his pleasure. “The Prince of Lechery, of lust. I’m the child of a noble king and a succubus.”

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

“You think I will stoop that low to fabricating testimonials from the maids?” “No, Nerissa… you are not just low, but also dirty,” he snarls. “You've always been dirty.” Shocked gasps ripples through the room. The prince called the Alpha dirty? It has never been heard of. Nerissa's grip tightens around the side of her dress but she continues walking towards him with a calm, unreadable expression. When she reaches his front, disgust, and anger flashes in her eyes. Her hand reaches out and connects to his face in a sharp and resounding slap that echoes through the room and snaps his head to the side. His mask shifts slightly to the side.

I said daintily, “You didn’t say the magic word, Prince of the Dark Shade.” He laughed. “Is that what you want? For me to beg? You really are a naughty girl. Very well. Please join me.” “No,” I said. Prince Legiere immersed himself deeper into the water until only his head popped out. “If I was a certain prince with pretty golden hair, I bet you would have dove headfirst in here without even asking.” I blushed from the tip of my head to my toes, but then the memory of Griffin and all that had occurred with those terrible vamps came flooding back to me. I turned toward him and was careful in covering the front of my body with a towel.

My thoughts were preoccupied with these new accusations, that I did not hear my name being called. "Miss Bellemere." Odet called out to me once more, reminding me that I was no longer in the Crossfire mansion but within the confines of my bedroom chamber. "Sorry, I had a thing or two in mind." I told her, dropping the apple I had been toying with on top of my silver tray. "You're the centre of attention in the capital, almost everybody and anybody has your name on their lips. Though, you are only second place to the gossip of the prince's arrival at the kingdom after sixteen long years." Odet filled me in, serving me a spot of Earl grey tea.

So upset about it, that now he was cussing out the poor handmaiden who had shown them to their room. "I will not be disgraced and have my name soiled by sleeping in this pigsty you call a room!" Prince Blackscale shouted. "Tell the damn king he needs to be more mindful about his brother's marriage and get us an actual fucking room!" The handmaiden, who was in near tears and slightly cowering, nodded quickly. With a quick turn, she fled for the door. Prince Blackscale grabbed a piece of the cup smashed and threw it at her. He missed and hit right outside the door frame near her head. The handmaiden yelped in fear and surprise and fled even more so. quickly.