Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Age Rating

Sindy Vampire Hunter Point of View “ We are left with one hour to receive our very important guest please make sure you do not embarrass me or our kingdom . “ I overhear Prince George and his uncle talking about what is to happen today . It seems Prince George is still not determined to marry the princess chosen for him while the uncle is also determined to get Prince George and the chosen Princess get married. I overhear his uncle shut down every question Prince George asks about his parents but firmly manipulate him into marrying the Princess for the sake of the kingdom that is unaware that the future King is a vampire terrorizing them .

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

He's eyes flickering in sheer terror as he looked at the prince in consternation whose face held not even the slightest fragment of human emotions, he looked like a calm savage beast scanning it's prey before feasting on it. 'Mridul, twenty leashes, sharp enough to quiver my eardrums..got it?', the prince ordered his men leisurely dragging another puff. 'Yuvraj, st..stop this crap!!', Rani sa yelled glaring at Mridul who had a leather leash clasped in multiple rounds around his giant palm. 'Ma sa, you lost your authority to meddle in my decisions..you better retire to your chamber!!', he spoke sternly, an iciness lingered in his voice as he spoke without turning his face towards the queen.

Dad says with a frown. "No daddy, let me do this. I want to know if I can, I don't want you treating me like your fragile little princess." I say. "Isabella darling, you're nothing like fragile and I'll never stop treating you like a princess because you're my princess." My dad says and I hug him. "I hate it when we fight." I say. "I hate it more." He says. "Let's eat, I invited Luca Romano over for dinner too." My dad adds.

I asked. “Yes.” “How long?” “Three years.” I paused. Three years? That didn’t sit right. I leaned in closer, checking his pupils. Minimal reaction. My fingers moved quickly, adjusting a monitor, scanning the readings again. Everything looked… fine. “He doesn’t look like someone who’s dying,” I said slowly. Aiden stepped closer behind me. “He is.” I shook my head slightly. “No. If he was, these readings wouldn’t look like this.” I tapped the screen lightly.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

His thumb brushed my lower lip, sending a strange jolt through my body. "Now," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, a dark promise shining in them. "Are you going to be a good girl and follow the rules, or will I have to remind you why they call me cruel?" Outside, the wind howled, but the real monster was inside the house with me. And he was the only one who had the key to my cage.

the first princess whines in a high-pitched note. “Silence, Camille,” the second princess intervenes. “Lord Brother, please be more lenient to her as she is but a child.” The 18-year-old prince is as just and righteous as his brother says. He looks up to Julien. They have the same features. Too similar that sometimes, when Prince Louis imitates his brother’s hairstyle, they are mistaken to be the other prince. “Louis, please,” Prince Julien pats his shoulder, “Royals who do not know the true value of their subjects are not worthy of their title.”

He said, "Your Highness, isn't it that the one who shoots the arrow the farthest wins?" Miss Monami whispered to Miss Mirenka, "Isn't that the third prince of the Seldom family? Hmm, he's quite charming!" "I heard he's not even a blood relative of the Seldom family! It's hard to believe any family could produce such a beautiful child!" "He's truly exquisite. Let's see what he has to say." Princess Christina saw a teenager around Eighth Prince's age and said with a smile, "Indeed." "Oh?" Draco's eyes flickered, "Draco wants to try it."