Nicasia Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

“I just want to keep this one part of myself.” His blue eyes flicked up to mine, and I swore I saw his gaze… soften. “You’ll do anything?” he asked. “To keep these ridiculous nails?” I nodded vehemently. “Yes,” I affirmed. “Anything.” The prince seemed to consider for a moment, fingers tightening around my wrist, knife still pressed against the side of my nail. But then he curled his lip and released me, pocketing the knife. “Very well. You’ll run twenty laps as punishment, then.”

Karl POV I was just stepping out of the restroom, after washing up the stress I have encountered. I felt so down knowing my uncle commit a murder, what has got over him? I was about to get to The stairs that leads to my court when I came across, just pat my shoulder with a fake smile and pass by me. 'You did it right?' I heard his halt and turn to him, who was looking at me surprisingly. 'What are you talking about?' 'The princess Murder I mean,' I could tell he is the one with his dark pupils fixed on mine. ' 'You still want the power, right?, and you wanna rule the whole universe With your villain manner… you should come off it and…'

Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big. In the opposite direction there is a girl running towards them with a worried face and in a hurry to make everyone who was there confused because seeing her worried face yes it is Lynn. "Why are you running in such a hurry Lynn, what's wrong?" asked Chelsea, who was already curious about Lynn's behavior. While the others just furrowed their brows and demanded an explanation from Lynn who came with a worried look on her face. The girl rubbed he

“I think that's a bit much, Marco. - It depends. Who is that guy? “Oh, his name is Carlos. He is a prince. - A prince? Marco asked, frowning and looking behind her to where the man was still standing. - Yea. Prince of Spain! I met him in the elevator. We were talking and I said I was going to meet my cousin. But you kissed me in front of him and now he must be thinking I'm a lying bitch. Nicole chided him, gritting her teeth.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

"Princess, that will no longer fit your body; you may not notice, but your body now has a different shape than it did 500 years ago; I even saw some of your dresses, which looked like they belonged to a 15-year-old girl. Your body now is... How to describe it?" "Gorgeous and stunning" "Yes! That’s right— Oh, my gosh! Prince Dracon!" Ashna bowed to the dazzling man who appeared suddenly in front of us. I, too, panicked and rose to pay my respects to the prince. Last night, Sir Nahas mentioned that this man with blue hair is the second prince.