Locke Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

he loosened the grip I seen tears in his eyes why prince why you are doing like this you love me but still acting like you don't want me why prince he looked at me and said "he is not suitable to you" I catched his collar and asked "then who is suitable to me" I seen guilt feeling in his eyes clearly say prince say that you loves me you don't want to leave me I pulled him again and asked "speak" he said "I dont know" what he don't know yeah how can he know iam a fool still expecting love from him I replied

I blink out of the blurriness and saw that Prince Edmund was holding a knife to RedFox's throat. "If you ever touch her again, I cut you so bad that no one will ever look at your face again without vomiting in horror, you disgusting piece of shit." Prince Edmund seethes through angry teeth. Red Fox glances over at me. "Keep your bitch on a leash, Edmund. She came onto me!" Prince Edmund looks over at me sitting on the floor. I spit out a little bit of blood before glaring lethally at Red Fox. "You liar! He lies, my Prince. He does! He force me and beat me "

Ian catches my shoulder before I can tumble backward into a briar bush. Before I can ask what is wrong, Adriel’s massive fist smashes directly into Luka’s jaw. Luka is thrown five feet backward into a birch tree. He doesn't even try to shift back or defend himself; he just lies in the dirt, taking the blows as Adriel rains his fists down on his skull. "No, stop him," I cry, grabbing Ian’s leather jacket. "He will kill him!" "Why should we?" Leonardo asks, his eyes fixed on the blood pooling in the dirt. "This is our way, Miss Betty. The prince must establish dominance."

I try to open the other but its vision is totally blurred. "You know that is against the rules, right?" I hear the prince reprimand the soldiers. "Yes. But the king wanted her tortured so no one else will ever dare try what she and her mother did." Another soldier tries to explain. "Letting a mob lynch her is still against the rules. Besides, no one knows if she actually knew of her mother's stupid plans.' The prince argues. He doesn't sound as pissed as before. Did he learn the truth? I don't hear the soldiers replied. So I guess they are now acknowledging their mistake. I wait to hear the prince speak again.

Hunter stepped between me and Metis, shielding me from the Prince. Metis glared at him and clicked his tongue. "Be careful, dog," he snarled, carefully correcting the lapels of his suit jacket. "You know very well that you cannot touch me. I'm the Prince. You try something I don't appreciate, you die." Hunter widened his stance, his large frame blocking Prince's view. "Try to touch her and you'll die first," he hissed.

"It's not enough that the descendants of this cruel woman also love to kill anyone, he also killed two previous wives before you. I think you are still safe until now, because he intended to kill you without getting his own hands dirty." Amanda bit her lip. ‘The Black Prince is indeed cruel, even ordering his servants to torture me,’ she thought. A flash of laughter from the Black Prince suddenly came to Amanda's memory, but somehow when she was alone with him, he looked more lonely than cruel. "Is it true that he is so cruel?"

Now it was him delivering punches at the Lycan's face, dislocating his jaw. Despite the pain in his jaws, the prince managed to speak, "You don't deserve her!" With that, he put more effort into punching the king. In an additional act of cruelty, he raised him up with his glowing hair and proceeded to bash King Kyle against the ground several times. At a point, the Lycan king got free from the hair's grasp by using his sharp claws. Following that, he made a beeline for the fatigued prince and executed one last uppercut, ultimately rendering him unconscious, while his pesky hair remained in motion.

With his hand still clutched around the Prince’s collar, he felt himself on the verge of letting his resolve crumble away completely. ‘I say we tear his throat out,’ his wolf remarked viciously. ‘He’s already caused enough irrevocable damage.’ All too true. Here Lorenzo believed that the Royal Family were the perfect, clean-cut elitists of society. However, between the Prince and the Lycan King, it was clear that even the Royals were too weak to succumb to Blue Moon’s sick, twisted businesses. Lorenzo suddenly felt the pressure of a hand press over his shoulder. “Lorenzo,” the King spoke softly. “Let him talk.”

“If memory and my hearing serves, the prince knew at least the first part of it as a nursery rhyme – I’m fairly certain I heard him singing it to Abigail a few times while we were all falling asleep. Though I don’t think he remembered it correctly.” I looked at Abby, but she just sat there, eyes dry. Rose, however, looked as though she was about to burst into tears. I put my arm around and pulled her to me, kissing the top of her head. Thomas took a deep breath and began. “The king on the sea was stung by the bee. He stole her sunlight and honey. She took back her prize, and returned to her hive, as the magic man sang while the king takes a dive.” “That’s the part the prince knew, though not

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw