Is Cruel Prince Spicy Novels & Stories

~A girl so happy yet so silent Her heart pure like the snow So afraid she was of people And yet she loved a boy He was as charming as a prince And lit up her world in diamonds She was the happiest she had ever been But a flower always dies Turned out he was a demon The princess he now held captive A high tower in the mountains Her heart closed down in darkness Now she hates him... No escape left, all went quiet The princess in the mountains They say her ghost now hates silence The prince that was a demon He was never seen in the forest.~ The book pages had some teardrops on them for, by the end of the poem, Siana’s eyes were covered in tears. Her mind was filled with questions after she fini

Raven snapped her fingers and millions of large black spiders sprang up from the ground. The tiny green eyed creatures scurried directly to Cassius crawling all over his body. He stepped on some squashing them with his expensive dress shoes. Also tried to fling off the ones already making their way up his arms, but it was just too many. They covered him completely from head to toe, entering his ears, nose and mouth. However as quickly as it started it ended with the snap of Ravens finger. Cassius spun all around searching but every last spider was gone. "Spiders are too messy. How about I do this" she said snapping her fingers again. This time the prince's whole body burst into bright red an

A small curse left her mouth as the familiar smell of english biscuits flooded her nostrils. The Icelander prince was here again! Couldn’t he get the hint already? She had no interest in him! Prita didn’t care if he had a killer body or if he tasted as nice as he looks. She didn’t like him, or his insufferable personality. Rising from where she sat on the ground, she scowled at the prince. He was too early. He should have showed up when she had locked herself away in her tomb.

Camille answered with a sweet smile that quickly turned back into a sneer," now get up before I snap your neck right here!" Praline wasn't taking it as she forced out more laughter and my body shivered hard at the taste of blood in my mouth," I heard he spat out your blood." The laughter growing harder as she taunted the vampire. "The prince! He hated the taste of you so much he spat it out!" A grin grew on my lips," that wasn't the case for me though. Oh no. He challenged an Alpha for me. Put a child in me. Crowned me in his brood. What did he do for you?" Praline gave one more blast to my senses as my body moved and I spat my black blood onto her pretty porcelain face.

I sat on a wooden stool, surrounded by laughter and chatter, as the maids flitted around their tasks like cheerful bees. One of them, Mira, the curly-haired one, sat beside me, nibbling on a piece of bread. “You want to know something funny?” “Always,” I said, smiling. “I used to think Prince Damien was cursed because he never looked at girls. Ever.” I blinked. “What?” Another maid, Orla, piped up, “She’s right. The rest of the princes? They flirt with anything that breathes.” “That’s true,” Mira nodded. “Prince Crispin once invited me to 'test out the softness of his sheets.’”

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

My father announces my engagement to my prince charming and Grace storms out of the dining room while my father , Prince George's uncle and my sisters all rise up and give me a royal bow . Flabbergasted I just freeze to one place . I can not believe what my father has just said . Am I really going to marry my prince charming and also become a Queen ? Is this a dream ? Prince George’s Point of view “ Not a sight of garlic bread on the table . If I did not know better I would say you are trying to attract the vampire instead of repelling it . “ The vampire hunter says and I just stare at her not knowing what to say. “ His majesty is allergic to garlic and onion so we do not have them in the ro

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

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.

me : its him he is touching you princess : so what me : how can you say that princess you are mine only mine princess : are you really crazy how can try to harm him for a silly reason me : it's not silly princess it's serious I love you only I can touch you princess : seriously you are crazy rishi me : ofcourse iam crazy for you princess I know you love him but just break up with him I will treat you more lovingly than him you are so precious to me princess princess : no one can treat me better than him