Novel & Cerita I'm Stanning The Prince Chapter 1

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

the prince replied with a chuckle. “Hmm…telepathy…” I muttered while still feeling confused. I glanced down to see that my entire upper body was pretty much naked. Instinctively, I grabbed my dress and pulled it up to cover my breasts before turning away from the prince. A sense of dread filled me as I closed my eyes tightly. --To be continued…

Prince Xander Reenan, who heard this immediately stepped up and stood beside King Dominic. "Princess Alleta, come here," said Prince Xander. "If you move, I won't think twice about hurting you, Princess Alleta." Prince Chapistrano said right into the princess' ear. "Prince Chapistrano, crown prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill. I know your parents well. You have not inherited their attitude at all. You are a rebellious son, who only thinks about pleasure, who cannot carry out the responsibilities of a crown prince heir to the throne. In your kingdom, you can use your strength and power to make others submit to you, but not here. You are just a guest like me. Don't act as if you are the ru

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

He releases her and she steps back, her flesh fighting to knit itself together. He beckons the next female forward and tastes her. I avert my eyes from the repulsive process and watch with dread as the line of females dwindle progressively until I am the last female. “Come.” The prince says and looking into those eyes, I force my legs to cross the distance to him, force my knees to stand strong so I don’t wilt to the ground screaming in protest. He takes my hand, those blue eyes trying to peel layers of my mind apart and see into my soul. His tongue darts out and tastes the skin where he will puncture and my entire body shudders with revulsion.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible 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!

*********** "Announcing the arrival of Princess Diana," the steward’s voice booms through the heavy oak doors, the sound vibrating against the stone walls. Aiden freezes, his eyes flying open. Panic seizes his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. The Princess is here. If she walks in and sees him like this—pinned beneath the King, his tunic torn, skin flushed with illicit heat—his life is over. He tries to pull back, his hands scrabbling against Damian’s shoulders, pushing for space, for sanity.

“Y-yes, your majesty. My wife, th-the baby, my children. We were so hungry and the stag was injured, and would surely die. W-we only—” “Silence!” Prince Aares roars from behind me. I do not flinch. I stand silently and rooted like a mighty tree, unaffected by the events happening around me. “It is my stag. My stag to let rot and die in the wood if I should will it. My stag to eat or let lay to waste. It does not belong to you.” “Yes, your majesty. Please forgive my weakness, your majesty!” I can hear him sob quietly with his face pressed against the floor. I know my Prince, a river could pour from your eyes, it will do nothing to soften him.

Raising my head I gasped. "Nathan" "Princess" ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Hey, guys here is the new chapter hope you enjoy it. Please don't be silent readers. Vote Comment And Share 😉