Dirty Wicked Prince Novels & Stories

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!

Was I hearing things, surely I was. “ Are you okay your highness, you look pale?” Another asked, them being nice had me even sicker. Could they just stop being nice! I was getting frustrated, my head pounding even more and it made me so dizzy. It was all a trick, I knew it was all a trick. I knew they did not like me, no one liked me and that was fine. Not even my mate liked me and I could not compete with a goddess, I would never win. Areli was on her own level, she was just a goddess by every definition of the word. Me, I was just princess Zisealer, the warrior, the black stain in my kingdom, the unwanted child. Yet I did not feel like a warrior, I did not feel like a princess, I felt like

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

*** 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.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

He had sex with… with someone who could be… "That girl who died never climbed my bed. She slumped on the floor and passed on. It was a pity though, because I wanted to see the freshness of her vagina, just like her face that looked like a healthy baby." "They said you–" "Come with me to my room." He grabbed her wrist and stood up, glancing down at me. "You should take a bath before giving receiving the punishment you deserve for not getting me what I want." Seeing the seriousness of the Prince as he pulled the exhausted Tracy away, my eyes almost popped out. "I need to see her breasts first, Whadh!" My scream paused the Prince, and then he turned around slowly. His hardened face drew out a g

My body melts , my cheek feels all mushy against his chest but it feels good. 11 : 30 pm “ The prince wanted money because his family had cut him off from his inheritance. The shadow man had did his research about the prince when he had heard that he was coming to New Orleans . The prince was supposed to propose to Big Daddy Labouff’s daughter – Charlotte LaBouff – to get rich instead of making his own way in life. How ever , Dr Facilier – “ David cuts me off with a question. “Dr Facilier?” I exhale in annoyance as I had repeated my self for several minutes yet he still has a hard time knowing who the characters are.