Nicasia The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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.

She mimicked Soheila's voice when she said that. Luna laughed softly. “Well, it's his first time to be rejected.” “He is handsome, indeed. However, I could guess that he is quite a narcissist.” Sirene said slowly. “Indeed, he is.” The Crown Prince's actions and words were literally a sign that he's a narcissistic person. Every time he looked at the glass in front of him that shows himself, he would wink and smirk. He even murmured: ‘Such a handsome man really exists.' he murmured that while staring at the glass. Claude, the Crown Prince' didn't know that his statement was heard by Soheila and Sirene. Almost most of them actually heard that. Nevertheless, he didn't feel any awkward and murmur

It was said that the Queen was holding Princess Estella while defending herself against the evil princess at Natalí's temple. Prince Nasir was the cool, strong, and calculated one among them. He was much closer to the king among the three, being his hair and all. From a younger age, he had to learn how to wield the strength that Nati blessed him with under the guidance of the King. He looked so much like the king that you could mistake them for each other but he has some of his mother's features also, like her big eyeballs and her thin nose. Even though his eyes took the shape of the Queen's eyes, they were still grey just like his father's so it was hard to notice. He was quite handsome and

The glaze in his eyes had disappeared, and he was behaving as if he had never been a crazy person at all. That was definitely an improvement. But then, did that mean he still thought of Celia as a mate? My heartbeat raced at that thought and I almost forgot to kill Nicholas for a moment. “Remember me?” I looked at him, and he stared at me for a second before replying. “Prince Jasper, you are the youngest prince of the Xurian Empire.” Ok, that was an improvement. “Yes, that is me, bloodsucker” Celia frowned at that word but I shrugged, “It is what it is”

Igikran was in a flight to capture the book from vanishing, he hid against the wall and fall reflexively. Nicoria with angry grinned teeth moved towards Alabruz to push him to hit against the walls from his defence against Akshara and wedged the neck of Akshara with her foul nailed hands and lifted her from the ground. Alabruz got to his position and faced many failed attempted to get back his darling Akshara. Nicoria shouted wrathfully at Akshara, “Are you my rival? Are you going to conquest me? What power do you possess to defeat me? What if I kill you today so you would not have a chance to win over me tomorrow?”

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

“Stop hiding behind me like I’m a shield and he’s a storm you can duck. He doesn’t need a shield tonight. He needs his anchor.” Elias’s mouth opened, closed. He looked down at her hand—dark skin, knuckles scabbed from a dozen undeserved punishments, fingers stubbornly steady on his sleeve. “I don’t know what to say to him,” he admitted, so quiet she had to lean in to catch it. “How do I ask a prince not to be a prince?” “You don’t,” Nadai said. “You ask him to choose living over bleeding for ghosts.” He shook his head. “That’s not fair.”

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

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.

I am even feeling brave even though I am just a bait who acts as if I have no idea they brought me here to be a pawn. Nathalia pulled out her bag full of herbs. She then took out a gun and a katana. I think it's her weapon. Gosh, they are very dangerous. The Prince looked at the blonde girl, "Corinthians, I trust your moves. You're the chess master here, you are the player, the manipulator. Control everything here within your radius, keep your contact close to everyone as always. Your hypnotism is needed here. Everything in this woods has roots, it's your specialty right? Control it. "