The Cruel Prince Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I walked through the castle’s doors frowning when I saw that Kiara was the one who opened the door for me and that Daniel was running after her looking panicked, I had to stay calm as I walked in, to take the princess who I realized grew ill as we were coming, her fever rising suddenly and I had a feeling that it was high when I first arrived, but her shifting from human to cat then back to human seemed to hide it. “Daniel, tell the doctors to come to Princess Celine and Prince Sebastian’s chamber, the princess had exhausted her body” I told Daniel not looking into my mate’s hurt eyes, I knew that she was breaking inside, her heart shattering as she thought of the worst, but I had to do what

I can't do it anymore! She then raised her waist, pulling my horny stick out. As if it's power had cut off, it's leaning back. "Prince...you won't leave me alone, right?" After she said it, she fell down, asleep. -=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=- So sorry for the delayed chapter I'm really sorry. With this the first volume concluded

He heard her ask—voice cracked as if she was herself in tears. Her slender arms tightened around him before she pulled slightly back. He can feel her hesitancy for a brief second. He couldn’t let the comfort go. As he tried to lean towards her, he was surprised when a pair of soft lips was placed on his. The prince gasped, taken aback while the girl gently kissed him. She was quick to pull away saying, “Now you’ll be better. Your fever will lower down—”

Try to give us our Queen again, for if you do you will be rewarded; if not, it will be the worse for you. at these words the Prince, who had been growing more and more astonished, was fairly terrified, and dropping the book with a crash he sank back insensible. The noise he made brought his guards to his aid, and as soon as he revived they asked him what was the matter. he answered that he was so faint and giddy with hunger that he had imagined he saw and heard all sorts of strange things. thereupon, in spite of the King's orders, the guards gave him an excellent supper, and when he had eaten it he again opened his book, but could see none of the wonderful pictures, which convinced him that

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

I felt firsthand just how strong he is. “Neem! Trust me and get out of this cage!” He orders. I cry and stumble back towards the door unseeing, just running for my life away from the noise behind me that seems to be from hell. I stumble out of the cage and hold the door, spinning around, ready to shout for the prince to run out so I can slam it closed against it. But the sight that greets me shocks me. The prince stands in the middle of the cell, looking down at the body on the floor in front of him. The boy creature is out.

Maybe I deciphered his emotions inaccurately. I got up and ran to my room. I was enraged. "What does he think of himself? He may be the prince, but I am a beauty queen. Just for a look from members, men throw themselves. Here I was, throwing myself at him, and he didn't even look at me. How pathetic. " Hastily, I changed my clothes and went to sleep. Jai Pov

Hunter stepped between me and Metis, shielding me from the Prince. Metis glared at him and clicked his tongue. "Be careful, dog," he snarled, carefully correcting the lapels of his suit jacket. "You know very well that you cannot touch me. I'm the Prince. You try something I don't appreciate, you die." Hunter widened his stance, his large frame blocking Prince's view. "Try to touch her and you'll die first," he hissed.

“If I could just, ” But the door burst open before I could finish. The bolt snapped clean from the frame as the wood splintered, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. Diana screamed. And then he was there. Richard. The Crown Prince of Eldenwald. He filled the doorway like a storm breaking through calm skies, his coat still unbuttoned from his journey here, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, half a dozen royal guards stood at attention, their faces impassive.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?