Reborn As The Enemy Prince Wiki Novels & Stories

I pulled it off completely, leaving me in just my black singlet. “Is everything alright?” Daphne asked as she walked beside me. “You seemed rather surprised when Nika said the Alpha was your family’s enemy.” “Not my family’s enemy,” I corrected. “My father’s enemy. I’ve never heard about him until now.” A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I stopped walking. I turned to face Nika, who was right behind us. “What caused their enmity?” I asked. “All his life, he has been busy protecting his business. He never has time for anyone.”

They were murmuring, "How dare she show her face? She's been colluding with the enemy!" "Emperor Cadmus was too kind to let her go!" They continued, "Still, the nerve to show up at the wedding. I heard a rumor that there was a time when Emperor Cadmus liked her and she used that to her advantage to get away with a lot of trouble." "I heard she seduced him." Some murmured, they didn't even try to hide it from me, "She is the cursed princess and now, not only that, but she betrayed the kingdom by helping an enemy."

I lunged forward, ready to drive the blade into her and avenge my children. Suddenly, David burst in. A flash of golden-red streaked from him—a tiny phoenix chick, eyes ablaze, sank its talons deep into Alice's neck. In an instant, she collapsed, coughing up blood, dead with her eyes still wide open. The little phoenix fluttered up to my arm and nestled itself there. "Mom," it said, "I avenged you." It was Charles's voice. He had become my child once more. I cupped him gently in my palms and kissed his forehead.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

{ a sinner's redemption } Waking up only to realize that he had become a teen once again after his death, brought him relief and ire. Who would want to experience yet another war? He'd rather spent his time in the countryside somewhere than scheme against those lowly officials in the palace. He was a prince. But he was known for his sin. He wasn't nice. He was evil. But villains were also made from flesh and blood. They bleed, they grieve; they were once a human.

On the first day he gets along well. — Your opponent is the eldest son of the Saus — Reeina tells me. — It's just a korder. His Highest Highness made him beg for his life. —Did he kill him? - Oh no. But she gave him a nice scar. This korder will be able to tell his grandchildren that he was struck by Prince Mig. It will be a legend. I shake my face. Reeina's judgment is greatly compromised by her loyalty to my captor. On the second day the maid tells me that now only the strongest opponents are left and that the Prince will face Kisari Darish. The name strikes me as somehow feminine, and when I make a confused face Reeina nods.

In a foggy state of mind, he planned on killing all the people in the palace who were preventing him from being with the princess. But just as he was about to raise his sword and kill the emperor, the empress, and the prince of the northern kingdom, the princess stood at the side, staring at him with wide eyes. In that moment, he found himself in a dark alley, transformed into his cat form, following a familiar woman on his way to a familiar place. His eyes narrowed as he came to a conclusion—he was reborn again. He did not hesitate after coming into this conclusion and planned on capturing this small country.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

On the day I was reborn, back at the royal bride selection, my older sister Amelia immediately claimed Lysander, the husband I'd had in my previous life. He was the serpent King's illegitimate son. Watching her cling to Lysander's arm in wild delight, I knew my sister had been reborn too. In our previous life, Amelia, the elder daughter of House Ellison, had immediately chosen Draco Ashford, the rightful heir. Draco was famously cold. He never once touched her after the wedding, then died in battle in the North less than a month later.