Machiavelli The Prince Kindle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's okay for me to have a hard time at first if in the end it will bring back too much. I admire the Prince in front of me even more now. I’m obsessed with the mindset he has. In this kind of conversation, I gradually got to know him. The Prince I only often see talk to and I thought I would never be with him for this long, now I can get discouraged. The third Son, Prince of King Valor, was kind. It is only blocked by his ruggedness and coldness.

He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me. The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind. No, not the depths...I saw this the other night. “What is it about?” I ask. “The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.” I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.

Marcus’ POV “One of the messengers is on his way to deliver the letter to the prince,” said Raphael, my right-hand man. I nodded. “That’s good then. Just make sure that the letter reaches the prince and that only he will be able to read it. It should not be read by anyone else in the kingdom, especially his cunning father. Because I will also need his power for my child.” His power was not far behind the princess’, you see. So, it would be better if I could acquire it as well, so that he could serve a purpose before he dies again.

Ailey growled and the Prince scoffed “You are a royal? Do you think I have entertained your tantrums all these while because we are on the same level? I just saw that you were so passionate about bringing Jaqen down at all costs and I decided to use that to my own advantage. Why? I did bad? Don’t feel used at all, I only took what was useful in you. You are nothing but a sexually driven monster who wants to sleep with anything that has holes. How dare you compare yourself to me? you must be dying to seal your death form” Prince Falkor spat out and Ailey’s shoulder dropped in defeat

“You’re important. To Dante and me.” She touched my cheek. “But I’m your mother, not Dante’s.” Her voice grew raspy and her hand on my cheek trembled. “I love you both, but you’re my little prince and you are owed a crown.” My eyes widened. “I am?” I whispered. The sorrow in her gaze gutted me. “You are older than both your brother and your cousin. Yet they will take what should be yours. What’s rightfully yours and what you deserve.” She fell to the floor while I clung to her hand, pressing it against my cheek. “Mamma?”

Besides this Third Prince is a light sleeper though would often fall back asleep once he woke. “Your Highness, shall I prepare your bath now?” “Yes of course, thank you Ming Xuan.” With a gentle smile Ming Xuan walked into the bathing chamber to fill the stone tub for the prince’s bath. As he filled the bath with hot bath water and soap he thought to himself with a glance out the window by the tub.

You are not a human with compassion and pity! You are Prince, you are Prince of the Vampire nation! And when I die, you will be the leader of this clan! You are the next king!" shouted his father loudly. The old man no longer understands the child's way of thinking. Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Prince? Vampire? If only I could choose, I'd rather be born into a very poor human family than live as a Vampire Prince whose only goal is to avenge his entire clan!" Smack!

The Prince quickly traveled his eyes across the bookshelf to search for something unique. He was about to give up when he stumbled upon a book that read: The Guide To Becoming A Good Adviser. That caught Prince Sari’s attention so he pointed a finger to that book and asked, “What’s that book about?” Ulan followed his to where he was pointing and had this somewhat saddened look on his face. “Oh, that one?” Ulan uttered softly, almost like a whisper. He then reached for that book and flipped it open. “This is a book that my family had for years, my Prince,” he stated.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

“Simple. You surrender yourself and the remaining files by sunrise tomorrow. Come alone. In exchange, we let your little band of traitors live. Refuse… and every dirty secret in those files goes public. Every assassination, every bribe, every offshore account, every politician we own. The families will tear each other apart in civil war. Millions will die. And you’ll watch it happen from a cell while we raise Victor as the new face of the empire.” She paused, eyes glittering with malice. “The choice is yours, Leo. The prince who wanted to burn it all down… or the man who finally accepts his place in the machine.” The screen went black. Kai pulled Leo into his arms immediately, holding him ti