The Cruel Prince Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu

More people will get hurt if he tries to chase us down… panic is already starting to form… Why won’t he stop? A sudden looming shadow appeared in front of me as I braced myself for the first strike of the sword. I quickly looked up and gasped, stunned to find the Crown Prince standing in between me and the crazed Knight. He held a sword firmly in his grasp and it was raised to deflect the Knights strike, forcing him back. The drooling Knight tried again again, each swing becoming sluggish and slow. The Prince took this opportunity to end his madness, burying the tip of his blade into the Knight who continued to make strange sounds. His body slumped to the ground and his eyes finally closed.

His hands come down to cradle her jaw, thumbs pressing softly against her cheekbones. Her jaw dropped slightly, breath escaping her lips. "I'm here now," She echoed, nodding along with him. A low buzz started to ring in his ears, blurring too sharp edges until everything felt soft and light. He had to do something. "You are," The Prince breathed and pushed his lips against her parted ones. “And I’m not letting you go away again.” *** The wait for a steamy chapter is over hehe. I'm sort of excited to write one tomorrow guys :))

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

He told Raine. Raine felt like he wanted to stop listening now. Now, there are demons! He thought and sighed, guessing that the demons are the villains in this story. Unfortunately, though, he happened to be the reincarnation of the protagonist of the story! Raine felt his head hurt. Yris saw Raine’s expression and secretly smiled, guessing what the other was thinking. “Along the way, the princess almost died as she was fighting alone.” He continued. “Fortunately, the princess didn’t die and even managed to gain allies.” He said.

Thus while they find the prince amiable in all manner they do not believe he garners any respect as a person. Being a constant companion of the prince over the years, Lan Xin is well versed in reading the prince's action thus never taking offense in the prince's behavior. While his comments may be brash and rude he doesn't mean any harm merely playful flirting and teasing. he was never hurtful towards another. So despite the scandalous looks thrown his way Xin simply smiled indulgently and listened to the prince's complaints of the royal tutor.

She turned and gasped, when unexpected and surprised, she hit his bare chest because he’d been standing right behind her. “Um, I- I’m sorry, your majesty,” she mumbled. “It’s fine,” he smirked and the girl thought she would pass out. “Button my shirt.” His sudden order was firm, but something about it was so sexy. Dominant and sexy. “W-what?” “I said,” he raised her chin with his finger, and her breath caught up in her chest. “Button my shirt. Now.” Trying not to pass out, Aisha raised her shaky hands and did as she was told. Who was she to refuse orders from the Prince? No matter their type.

She closed her eyes to prevent the tears from falling. "You're wounded," he said in a distraught voice. "Father did this?" "Please," she begged. The hand on her cheek suddenly gripped her jaw painfully. Prince Friedan, the first Prince of Trevian lands, is the evilest creature she ever knew. She winced when he threw her on the bed.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.