Profane Prince Of Damnation Fandom Novels & Stories

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

Aaron flirts with his stupid long platinum blonde hair, pointy ears and sea green eyes, I so hate this man. "A kingdom is about to loose their prince if care is not taken." Damon mind link me glaring dynamites at the Prince who smirk not sparing us a glance as he wink at her. "I must say she's a beauty, just like our kind. Won't mind taking her home." Reekado the mer prince open his vile mouth, everyone knows he's the worst of his kind. He has basically slept with all the mystic folks girls and I'll be damned if I let him anywhere near my mate.

Known intimately as the Prince of Music, or ‘Everyone’s Rum’, the talented artist has allegedly turned his agency into his personal fuck den…. The bread dropped on my plate as I stood angrily. ‘Can they even post this?!’ Joy flipped the device around, disappointment in her eyes. ‘Apparently, yeah.’ She flipped it back and asked with concern, ‘Is it true? Be honest, Rose. You were his assistant and his fiance—.’ ‘Of course it’s not true!’ I snatched the phone over and read the entire thing more closely. ‘Fuck den—who even writes like that? And why is it even approved?!’

"Yes, your grace, do you want to take a look at it now?" "Just place it on the table and leave." He ordered, not even sparing him a glance as his eyes surveyed the sheets before him. "Yes, your grace." He is not in a position to speculate anything but he could feel himself drifting further and further away from Nolan as hours went by. No matter how much he tried to ignore the line drawn, there was no way he could ignore their positions. He is nothing but a servant to the prince and nothing would ever change that. The crowned prince would never stoop so low as to deteriorate himself to his level and he has no right to expect anything from him. But still, Nolan has never treated anyone the way

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."

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!" That's right, what surrounded the prince now was not something, but demons. If it was cultivators who did this, the prince could understand that whether these cultivators wanted to die and court death. Although the Elders of the Unfettered Immortal Palace were insects, they were also relatively powerful among the insects. But what about these demons and devils? They couldn’t even be considered insects... This was looking down on him too much. Now that he was surrounded by these nobodies, the prince was speechless and didn'

I whispered, and my voice didn't shake this time. Something broke in his expression. Something dark and wild and absolutely devastating. "Then God help us both," he said. And his mouth crashed down on mine, and everything exploded. ***** P.S: Guys, I just started my new book on W******l! It's an exciting fantasy romance book titled ‘Slave to the Lord of Misery by QueenAnatomy.’ Trust me, you will love it. Do support me and check it out. Thank you, and tell me what you think of Aveline's story so far. Cheers!

’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss. When her men had learned of how sick and twisted Khalid was their hatred of him had grown exponentially, they were determined to bring him down and finish him for good regardless of the cost to themselves. Such evil could not be allowed to live in their world and if he dared to harm so much as a single hair on their little Mafia Princesses head his death would be slow and extremely painful.