Is Cruel Prince Spicy Novels & Stories

"What the hell are you doing, Your Highness?" Her harsh glare did not stop the mischievous prince. He only stopped a foot away from her so that Tor could practically smell his minty smell. Oh, I love mint-flavored ice creams. Please do stay away from me or I'll eat you instead, Corean dear. "Happy seventeenth birthday, Lady Victoria," Prince Corean whispered, which made his voice come out sensually. Tori had to press her thighs together. Now I'm horny!

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

he whisper under his breathe his voice holds anger My face brighten with a smile "Am the new stylist for the prince...." As I gaze to see his reaction. "I hope we get along" "What?" Adam asked, shocked while the prince murmured "It. can't. be.". With a gritted teeth. I just stood on my feet smiling like a fool. ****

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

“No, it was not sweet, it was spicy.” “Spicy?” I chimed in, unsure what the King meant. “Spicy how?” “Spicy as in he put some chilli flakes on his pudding as he gave it to me. He made sure that I finished mine first before giving his so that I would still be in the bliss of the sweetness of the pudding so that I would not notice the chilli flakes and eat it right up. I cried due to the extreme spiciness of it. I hated him for a week for that prank.” The King laughed again as he finished his pudding. We all also finished our desserts and that ended our dine.

I was the plus-size wolf no one wanted. The one they mocked while they praised my gorgeous sister. The one who stood in the shadows of the Alpha King’s court and pretended the laughter didn’t hurt anymore. Then the Moon Goddess bound me to Patrick Silversson — the Alpha Prince. Handsome. Powerful. Worshipped by everyone. He looked at me… and rejected me in front of the entire pack. “I reject you, fatass.” The words shattered the mate bond and every last piece of dignity I had left. Laughter followed. Pity followed. My sister’s smirk followed. I thought that was the end of me. But rejection has a strange way of waking something dangerous. A young Alpha transferred to

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

He told them. “It is not like we want these powers.” Vermeil spoke and carelessly shrugged. Nicht glared at him, and Zedrick blocked Nicht’s sight of Vermeil. “Well, let’s go back to our previous topic.” Nicht spoke, referring to the matter that Lovis realized earlier. “What is Her Highness the Princess guilty about?” he asked and smiled. Everyone’s gaze turned to Lovis, waiting for his answer. But, Lovis can’t speak. “Enough of your bullshit!” Vira yelled and glared at Nicht. “I still haven’t settled the score with your kin hurting Rayven!” she said as a purple orb of light appeared on her hand.

Heat crept up her cheeks, before she scowled at herself. How dare he say that to her? As if it was the most normal thing to say to a Princess? Had he been taught no morals, no etiquettes? But of course, even if he had, he would not care. He was the Crown Prince, the Yuvraj of Kalang. Yashvir Rathore - the arrogant warrior, as everyone knew him to be. He did not care about the delicacies, nor the honour of a Princess. He was known to be fierce and cruel, with a merciless, unforgiving heart. He had the blood of millions on his hands, those who could have been spared easily, but he chose not to. Because he was a killing machine, a complete brute. A jerk.

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?