Novel & Cerita Does The Cruel Prince Have Spice

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"

When they see me by his side, though, jealousy fills their eyes. The Alphas approach us one by one to approach Spencer, quickly surrounding him. I’m overwhelmed by the chaos and break off from the group quietly, slipping through the crowd. I snag a flute of champagne to sip slowly. As soon as I leave Spencer’s side, though, I can hear the murmurs from the crowd: “Is that the auction girl Prince Spencer bought?” “I heard she doesn’t have a wolf!” “She’s the prince’s personal maid now.” “Isn’t the prince supposed to hate she-wolves?”

"I have a future wife who is as perfect as this. From a social perspective, I already have more points. Her presence is my most important treasure." While Emily was stunned, Jasper's breath rumbled. He was determined to embarrass Prince, but why did things turn upside down? When the waiter came to bring food, the tension eased a little. However, seeing crayfish on the table, Emily started to worry. Prince realized that. The served creature had similar appearance with lobster. With a casual movement, he swapped it for a salad plate. "Here, Princess. Your favorite," he whispered. Emily smiled with teary eyes. "Thank you."

“I will take it from here.” Nodding in agreement, the prince left the chamber while she ushered him out with her eyes. She looked at her plate and marveled at how fancy that prince prepared the food of a savage. The meat was cut in uniformed cubes, garnished with green lush of fresh leaves and there was a sauce prepared to dip for it. The fork wast covered with napkin and the container for the blood wast in precious gold. Too fancy to disguise the disgusting food.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

Under the pressure of Caspian, not only was his face pale, but his legs became weak and he directly fell to the ground, his eyes full of fear. "Caspian, you, you know my identity..." At this time, Prince was thirsty and stammered. However, Caspian's cold killing intent made it difficult for him to speak. The Prince wanted to use his royal status. But this identity was not convincing in Heaven's Edge Sect. He wanted to show his realm. However, Caspian had just killed the Amethyst Palace Realm, and the prince was just a Heavenly Spirit Realm, so he was probably not as good as an ant.

Then the whispers took a darker turn. “I heard he killed his mate.” “No. She ran away. The second one did. The first one disappeared altogether.” “Maybe both. Who could stand being near someone like that?” the maids kept gossiping about him. So that’s him? The prince? The one my aunt warned me about? I thought, trying to keep my head down. I remembered her words with sudden clarity: “Cold. Unforgiving. A man of short temper. Don’t be taken by his face, Pearl. He doesn’t let anyone near him, not without a price.”

Water surged, knocking men from their feet. When the light faded, she was gone. The prince stood unmoving, soaked from the waist down, red eyes glowing in the mist. Slowly, he looked at the rippling water where she’d vanished. A faint smile curved his mouth—not anger, but curiosity. “Run while you can, little moon,” he said softly. “The curse always finds its own.” --- Far downstream, Elara dragged herself from the current, coughing up river water and shaking. Her palms still burned from the spell. She pressed them to the mud, trembling.