Is The Cruel Prince Spicy Novels & Stories

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

He trailed off. None of this made sense anymore. Suddenly, Issac wished he was paired with a normal prince. This was not acceptable! He was walking on eggshells around the cruel prince, afraid to piss him, and met his demise. This was a fate worse than death! Prince Aldric tilted his head and smirked wickedly, "Aren't you going to rescue your prince?" "Huh? But the king… " Issac gulped down a lump in his throat. He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

Even though it was not intentional, he couldn’t help but feel that it may have been a plot against him planned by his sisters and Blake. “The spice known as cayenne pepper is an abomination and should never be used.” The First Prince stated calmly, not wanting the spices to be sold. “As for the others, it’s passable for this prince’s taste.” “Brother, how could you say such a thing. Father, if you would allow, I would like to prepare a meal for you.” Beihe said, rising from her table and grabbing the spices off of the First Prince’s table. When the Emperor motioned for his daughter to proceed, the First Prince cried in his heart that his sister’s actions would bring the spices to the masses.

Then he pulls away, leaving me panting with heavy breaths. He licks his lips, his eyes shimmering. I wonder how I taste on his lips. But he looks like he enjoyed what he just had. Fucking enjoyed it. "Don't worry. I won't let you cum," he says. "Yet." He smirks. I blush. It has never crossed my mind before that I would have Prince Crivelli talking dirty to me. Prince leans forward, facing me. Now, concern crosses his expression. "This is going to hurt a little, Ches."

The stench of sweat, blood, and stale alcohol fills the air, a testament to their final moments of twisted indulgence. “So this is what passes for royalty in these parts,” I sneer, my voice dripping with contempt. “Abandon the battlefield to get your dicks wet one last time.” I crouch down, bringing my face close to Prince Javier’s. His breath is foul, his eyes glazed with fear, though he’s trying to mask it with bravado. “What will your mother say about that?” I taunt, my tone menacingly soft, enjoying the flicker of terror in his eyes as he registers my words.

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.

She carefully suctioned only a drop and went to the prince. "Open your mouth," she instructed, but the prince shook his head. "If you think this is poison, you shouldn't be giving it to your guards every day for breakfast. It's glucofine, so you don't pass out from the pain." "What kind of pain?" he pulled back. "The one you will feel when I disinfect your whole back. You have clearly done something wrong if it isn't clotting and I need to see what it is." The prince let her squirt out the drop on his tongue and he swallowed sharply. It did indeed taste like it smelled at first but left the worst aftertaste of plastic.

It was hell spicy and toxic. What the hell she feed me? My mouth and throat started burning with the spice instantly. She started smiling looking at my face. I got her point now. I couldn't spit the food out, so swallowed it, unfortunately. I tried to say something but Before I could she feed me another bite with that poisonous rice and it just increased my anger and irritation. What the hell Abhishree? She started laughing looking at me again. How the hell she could do that? She needed to learn to behave well with the Prince now.