Nicasia The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

His screams tore through the walls of the house, but I didn’t care to turn around to face him, and walking out of the room, I didn’t need to look behind me to know that Nicolas was following close behind. My eyes met Mattia’s, who nodded in greeting, and returning the nod, I looked at Nicolas over my shoulder, showing him that I was ‘disappointed’ with his reaction. In truth, the man didn’t matter to me anymore than an old pair of shoes that I would get rid of after stepping on some animal’s shit; but, I wanted him to ‘believe’ that he was going to get something out of this. What better way to lure a dog in than to throw a bone to him, right? “To rule an empire, Nicolas, that stupid heart of

The councilmen, now acutely aware of the magnitude of their actions, could do naught but bow before the inexorable force that was Crown Prince Inas. As the councilmen slowly began to emerge, their faces etched with a mix of resignation and fear, the council room bore witness to a macabre tableau. The crown prince wasted no time, his actions swift and deliberate. One by one, their fates were sealed, their cries silenced by the grotesque brutality of the act. The room was painted in a grotesque tableau, a horrific testament to the crown prince's unyielding resolve.

“No. I’m trying to protect the king.” “Liar!” another guard spat, stepping forward with his sword pointed at me. “You’ve been plotting against him all along! Explain why he’s here with you!” I looked down at the unconscious king, then back at the guards. They weren’t going to listen. “You don’t understand, I was trying to save his majesty! We have been running from the traitors all this while! You have to—” But before I could finish, they lunged at me. Instinct took over. I dodged the first strike, grabbed the second guard’s wrist, twisting it until he dropped his sword. The third guard came at me with a knife, but I kicked him back, sending him crashing into the cave wall.

Shaking my head to get rid of that feeling of not being good enough , I look him straight in the eye . “ What are you looking at ?” I ask him as I pop out my hip and put my hand on it while scowling at him . He just smirks , “ Don't you know your place, wolf ?” . The rage at his words rushes through me like a volcano ready to explode . Before I realise what I am doing I step forward and slap the prince across the face . The look on his stupidly handsome face was well worth the look on his face . I just raised my eyebrows and put my hands on my hips. “ How about you know your place , my name is Nari . got it ?”

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

I thought hurtfully. “Who is this Nash?” the girl asked as she attacked princess, who blocked her easily. “Don’t attack me from front, that is your mistake,” princess scolded. “Have you not learned a thing from me?” “Oh, come on!” the girl panted as she sat on the ground to catch her breath. “We are tired, you just put us down… dish out something while we recuperate!” “Well, he is the alpha male of India clan, here on dad’s invite,” the princess blurted without any interest and looked around.

It was not long before I saw a little boy running past me, with Carter on his heels. I smiled as I turned to see Elizabeth holding a beautiful little girl. “Oh my, she is stunning,” I said, looking at the little girl. “She is my little princess,” Carter said as he returned with the boy flipped over his shoulder. I could not help but laugh at the giggles coming from the little boy. “And this little prince is CJ,” Elizabeth said as she rolled her eyes at Carter’s antics.

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

William straightened himself uncomfortably in his seat as he narrowed his eyes at Mikhail. Mikhail scratched his cheek awkwardly as the thought of being a Prince was still a farfetched dream for him. It was too difficult a pill to swallow. It felt like all those years when he and his mother were ostracised in their previous villages were made lightly off while he could have easily been living the dream. Nevertheless, he didn't feel too keen on letting his new found title change who he was. "I don't think... It's easy for me to just act like a prince so suddenly..."