Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Age Rating

Prince Cine grumbled and the Princess chuckled. Prince Cine was the only child of his parents and didn't suffer any works at all, he didn't even know how to hold a small broom so his complains was understandable. The principal intentionally gave them such works especially because of him so it would be easier for them to reflect on their mistakes.

Premier Casino said bowing. “Please reconsider your order, your majesty!” The rest chorused and I smiled. One thing about werewolves is looking younger than our age. “My prince, are you really twenty years old?” The king demanded. “No, your highness. I was born thirty-six years ago” I told him and there was another commotion again. I look like a twenty-year-old, despite my real age. “You heard everything right. He doesn't have any reason to lie, so my order is not retractable. I'm the king of this capital after all” he finalized.

*** Writer's POV: The palace people weren't surprised when the prince returned very late, drunk, high and smelt of cheap perfume from the dishonorable women he probably was with. Djafar had to order the guards to hurriedly take him up to his room before his parents had a heart attack, at the sight of their son. Lipstick stains all over his once, pure white and expensive shirt. Everyone pitied the old King. -- "He's an airhead," Saïda told her father, while she fixed his bed with new sheets.

The voice cried as I heard the door click open and the lunatic prince came in He stood next to the door starring at me "Look, if your gonna kill me then do it quick!!, Starvation isnt a good way to kill someone you know!" I glared at him as he shook his head slowly " Your testing my patience girl!" He gave a smirk as his lips twenched "What's with the outfit?, Are you trying to be Dracula untold?" I couldn't stop the laughter as it spilled out " Maybe am something more than that, you wouldn't want to know" He gave an evil curl "just so you know , Mr prince in dark cloak, you don't scare me one bit!" I widened my eyes so he could see I wasn't afraid of whatever he was claiming to be

I guess fighting grown men for two days would do that to you, and I was sure the prince would add a few of his own during our training sessions. I sighed; he was an entire problem on his own. The Prince of Vura was known to be cold hearted and cruel. Prince Devin was revered by the humans for his fierceness in battle, but also the barbaric nature towards anyone who stepped up to him. Stories were told through my people about him killing even children and women to get whatever he was after, and in the most horrific ways imaginable. At age eighteen he was leading the imperial army, and now at age twenty-one he had already been victorious in hundreds of battles. He had been bred to be a warrior

I was gritting my teeth, I was infuriated by his behaviour. "He's too old for her," He began but Prince butted in. "He's just over four years old Bryan, he's not forty." His words coming out sarcastic, and he included an eye roll. Before Bryan could lose his shit, I grabbed him once again, directing his attention back to me. "You're older than me Bryan. Plus you heard Prince, they won't have the urge to mark or mate until they are both sixteen." "You can't separate them now, it would be like you being separated from Luara." Elena added.

She dropped her gaze immediately, remembering he had told her never to look into his eyes. “Now, princess, don’t be a brat. This stuck-up bitch attitude doesn’t suit you. You are too ugly for that,” he sneered bitterly in her face. She had heard him using the word “ugly” for her countless times. So much that she had also started to believe it. She held back her tears because his words did hurt and so did the open snickering of students.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Ojo added. "And you, you are there saying that my Cynthia is blushing hard, can't you see how Charity is jumping on him? Pressing her breast on him. Mtchew... Girls hen, was very stupid, so because he is wearing contact lensse and also sprayed his hair that is why they felt he is handsome. Annoying species of human." Bright said "Please Bright when should we kill this boy?" Aanu asked looking very pissed.