Nicasia Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

“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.”

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® It came, the day King Dacien dreaded the most. He knew King Nicklaus would wanted what he loves most. His daughter. The Royal table was set, King Nicklaus already seated in his seat waited for his request. The Princess. He was the most cruelest King in the whole clan. He was feared by all. Her Royal Highness. A guard said and bowed. King Nicklaus smirked knowing fully well he won, they couldn't say no to his request.

“You’re insane.” “I am the princess,” Nicasa sneered. “I deserve to reign over this land—not my damned idiot brothers. I am the brains in this family, I am the one fit for leadership.” “Is that why you plotted to kill Benjamin?” I asked. “Is that why you’ve been poisoning Kronos? Why you framed Lucas for your brother’s murder? Because you—“ “Because I deserve to wear the crown,” Nicasa purred. “Yes. Now, let’s get the messy part over. I’m curious as to what Kronos will say when he finds out his beloved consort tried to kill his only daughter.”

He said as he played with the knife. "I have come to take over your kingdom. Iza didn't betray you that much. He had little to nothing that he did for. It was a bit hard for me to find someone very close to the King who could get first-hand information from him. I had to use the one person that you stopped caring for. You see, that's your problem. That's your fucking problem, my brother. You suck at being a ruler! You suck at being a King! You are not a true Lycanis which is why you would stoop so low as dragging our dignity with you to become those ungrateful werewolves. You are despicable!" He yelled and laughed loudly like a maniac.

Therefore, Crown Prince Ruarc of the noble Icelands, can take his orders and shove them up his tight little hole because I would bow to no one. Alpha or Omega. “Crinka, I don’t want to hurt you, so drop the fucking knife and step the fucking back”, Ruarc yelled. Had I remained that Crinka, the one who was too quick to accept her fate, the demeaning fate bestowed upon her, I would have stepped back. But I am not that Crinka, thus, the Crown Prince would like to think again, before infusing alpha’s dominance in his tone, because this Crinka, would bow to no one.

The Crab general felt sorry for her but could do nothing to help her. The guards quickly went and looked for an electric eel. Caleb could not watch so he turned to leave when he froze in his step when Nazima spoke. “I am princess Nazima of the Naga clan, and I am here to claim back what is mine. You can do what you will with me, but the throne will never be yours!” her declaration shocked everyone present.

And just as quickly, Naska's excitement died as she meant a pair of blue eyes. “Morning,” Nicoli greeted with a sweet smile, but Naska sneered. His boyish charm was nothing compared to her Mykhol. And Naska looked behind him to the hall. As if to find someone else down the aisle. But there was no one. “Can you move?” Nicoli gently voiced with yet another smile. “Ah, yea,” And Naska turned halfway to let him through. “It’s Prince Nicoli for you, Empress,” Naska replied flatly. She then turned back with a slight tilt of her head. It was a half attempt to curtsey.

“You are dabbling in deep waters, my friend. How long do you think it’ll take them to know you have bound their felines?” The man pales, then his face turns deep red and his eyes narrow. “Who the fuck are you and what are you talking about?” Cian laughs, a deep silky dark laughter. The one that lets you know he is indeed the Crown Prince of hell. “Oho. So you did not bind the felines yourself then,” he says, inhaling deeply again. This time he taps his chin. Then he looks at Silvan. “It’s really stupid to work with someone who has debts to Anicka, but two someone’s is plain insanity!”

"Alright your Highness. How do we do that?" "Simple." He started, "Good evening fair maiden. I'm Nicolas Alexander Tutton. Crown Prince of Myknos and you are?" "Alicia Indina Stavros." She said with a curtsy. "No title. You are far too beautiful to not be a noble woman." "That's laying it on a bit thick, don't you think?" She asked with a laugh. "Isn't this how you want to be wooed?" "Who said anything about wanting to be wooed?" She asked with a bewildered look on her face.

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.