Madoc The Cruel Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

Zinnia grumbled, "I was excited that I could finally bring you there yet that thing happened! And of all people who we could cross with, it happened to be Cascade!" "Cascade?" Zinnia snapped her head at Minerva. "You didn't know Cascade?" "…should I know him?" "Heh. You sounded like Uncle Santi." Zinnia remarked, "Anyway, Cascade was my classmate in one of my general subjects. He was smart and even a talented swordmaster." Zinnia paused for a moment before she continued, "And oh, he was the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Mado." "Kingdom of Mado? Wasn't that the controversial kingdom that had wanted to conquer their neighboring kingdoms?"

It was unbelievable. The king however didn't exhaust all the tricks off his sleeves. "You insolent child, you cannot get away with this." He muttered as he stood. The prince was backing him, so he had the advantage and wanted to use it to backstab. He picked his sword and sped to the prince, faster than anyone to comprehend. As he was about to stab, however, the prince turned at once and grabbed his hands. "The Madsun people never fight fair. I was prepared for that." The prince said to him, then turned the knife and stabbed him in the chest, directly to the heart.

I retorted, raising my voice this time. "I'm Pamela and I'm the rightful Luna to the throne. I bet you don't know that." She said in a mocking tone. "I don't care," I answered lazily. Pamela's face reddened and I could see the imprints of anger all over, the vein bulging in her neck as she shouted. She walked up to me, pointing her fingers sharply at me, "The Prince is mine. Don't even think about it! He belongs to me and not even a low-life scum bag like you can snatch him away." She barked.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

*** Writer's POV: The palace people weren't surprised when the prince returned very late, drunk, high and smelt of cheap perfume from the dishonorable women he probably was with. Djafar had to order the guards to hurriedly take him up to his room before his parents had a heart attack, at the sight of their son. Lipstick stains all over his once, pure white and expensive shirt. Everyone pitied the old King. -- "He's an airhead," Saïda told her father, while she fixed his bed with new sheets.

I whispered, my hand gripping the table so tight my knuckles whitened. Ivana wasn’t finished. “Furthermore, my stepson, Prince Arden, has unfortunately been manipulated into aiding her. Cassandra Montclair has seduced him, bedding him to bend him to her will. Now he acts not as his own man, but as her puppet.” I froze. My chest constricted. She had dragged him into this. The news anchors and pundits filled the screen, each voice sharper, crueler than the last. They said I was heartless, selfish, cruel for humiliating Richard.

We could be friends now but Cara was still a lycan princess. Cara drew in a deep breath. “That’s something Mac should tell you himself but one thing I want you to know is that he isn't two-faced. He's a one-woman kind of man. Just be open minded while he explains things to you. Okay?” As much as I want to believe Cara's good review for Mac, I honestly think that Cara’s only trying to salvage the situation for now.

the hound prince explained. "Come here, princess, how gorgeous," the mad king gestured, and the hound prince pushed Aemma into the mad king's embrace. He grabbed her tightly. Aemma's face filled with tears as she resisted with disdain and defiance. She watched her frightened daughter Ava rush to her. "Mummy..." the little girl cried. And the hound prince kicked her brutally, causing her to fly through the air and smash her head against the wall. She bled horribly and died.