The Captive Prince Trilogy Novels & Stories

For a moment, I thought he was going to strangle me, but he stood there staring at me in a way that made me forget the art of breathing. “That settles it then,” he said, voice deepening. “The Princess is my captive now. She will serve me…” his eyes slid to Luis, darkening. “She and the boy she dares care about

He ushered them into a dimly lit back room filled with stolen clocks and silverware. "You shouldn't be here," Rolly hissed, locking the door. "The city is on lockdown. The Merchant Council has tripled the watch. They say there’s a war coming." "The war is here, Rolly," Tristan said, stepping into the light. He took off his cap. Rolly stared at him. He looked at the black hair, the sharp cheekbones, the blue eyes. "You..." Rolly paled. "You’re the Prince. The Viper."

The sheer, oppressive weight of his public ownership settled over her shoulders, suffocating her independent spirit. Silas leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as the roaring crowd continued to protest around them. "Smile, my beautiful captive," Silas whispered, his dark leather scent completely enveloping her senses. "You are officially a queen in a golden cage. Now let’s go save an empire.”

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

For the readers that haven’t read the previous books in the series, here’s a list of the books and where it all began: TITLE: The Ruthless Billionaires Book One: A Contract with the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Two: Pleasing the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Three: The Billionaire’s Captive (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed. Also the last book in this series.) If you enjoyed this story, please vote with gems and leave your comments and reviews on the book’s main page as they help me grow as an author and get me to a wider audience.

"I want you naked, Silver Hair." "Anything for you, Princess." With that, he parted ways from her and stood on his feet again. "Eyes on me." He said that and started stripping for her. He watched to capture this moment because this was the first time she was going to see her naked. She gasped when she saw the size of his manhood. Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t help asking him. "You have a Lycan?"

For the second time around, the ruthless and scoundrel-looking anonymous tall man pinned my body on the wall by gripping on my neck with enough tightness for me to breathe. Our eyes locked with each other. It is when I felt like I was hypnotized by his words he was about to speak. "I am Brixton Cardinal. One of the princes of this kingdom, an heir to the throne, and I were the ones who saved your life. I resurrected you from death, and now you ought to follow what I say and become my slave. Dare to talk back with your master and your tongue will be cut into pieces; if you lay a finger on me, then you would be slain for treason," the man had enunciated.

“Praise for you, Prince Oliver.” As Ersa half tilted her head, she saw Prince Oliver, the son of King Othello was peeking up on the bed where Princess Celestine was resting. Oliver sneered in a disgusting expression as he saw Celestine’s skin tone was still in bluish tone. “Hand this to Princess Celestine when she woke up. Hope she’s getting better.” He handed a folded paper with a seal of the kingdom. It was the seal of the Wallachian kingdom as Ersa examined the letter.

I asked, helping him to his feet. The king nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Vera," he said. "I owe you my life." I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. "It's all part of my job, Your Majesty," I said. The guards dragged Prince Arin and Ikigan away, throwing them into the dungeon. The king ordered that they be held there until they could be put on trial for their treason. As the king's guards escorted and followed him back to his chambers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The king was safe, and the traitors had been caught.