Is The Cruel Prince A Romance の小説・ストーリー

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

However, her body suddenly stiffened, when she saw the true figure of the pitiful prince. Although Emilio could be called the most handsome man in the kingdom, his handsomeness could not be compared to the other princes' faces, which looked gentle and contained elements of magical beauty. His slightly wistful gaze added to the subtle impression on the prince's young face. If Emilio could be described as having the face of a hero, then Prince Raoul could only be described as a fairy born in the middle of the royal family.

“I, Ana Perreira, daughter of the Moonlight Walkers Gamma and blood-heir to the Night Fall Coven, reject you, Prince Romani, as my fated mate. From this moment on, we share nothing but the common blood of our kind. The tether is cut. The debt is canceled. You are nothing to me but a stranger with a crown.” The Crown Prince let out a roar that was more wolf than man. His Lycan side was in total revolt, the rejection hit him like a physical blow, sending a shiver of ancient fear through the foundations of the Palace. Acknowledging that his prize was slipping away, that his elaborate plan to farm my blood and spirit was failing, was a bitter pill for a Royal to swallow.

he added, “She’s the early bird in our class.” More laughter followed. I forced myself to smile politely, though I still felt out of place. “And these two,” Crow continued, “Are Gian Acedo and Czyra Cubal, the future Mr. and Mrs. Acedo.” “You’re drunk,” I whispered to him. “I’m not,” he insisted before stealing another kiss, earning loud cheers from everyone at the table. Heat rushed to my cheeks. Kirb laughed. “I never thought Crow could be this affectionate. And clingy.”

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 …

“We will continue this tomorrow.” But I didn’t want tomorrow. I didn’t even realize when my lips moved. “Hold on…” I whispered. His gaze snapped to me instantly. “What is the issue?” My voice trembled, but I forced the words out. “I want to know why I’m here… how you know my name… and what kind of situation I’ve been dragged into.” He was quiet for a moment before responding. “I am not just any prince. I am a shapeshifter. This palace is filled with magic. I know who enters and who leaves.”

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

The handsome Prince stood his ground firmly, despite the Queen of Napoli’s attempts to sway him. "She is my prisoner. Her crimes are punishable by death, and I am certain she is already dead." "I heard she escaped into the territory of the Titans." "Correct. And Titans are man-eaters. There is no way she survived." The young Queen flashed a seductive smile, pressing her ample, heaving chest against him. "Come, rest with me. We can discuss... changing your betrothal agreement." "My only fiancé is Snow White." The brave Prince coldly rejected the Queen, pulling his arm away from her touch. Since the beauty he desired was not in this castle, he saw no reason to waste another second there.

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."