The Cruel Prince Epub Novels & Stories

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

the Prince thought all the rooms looked strangely old-fashioned, with their antique furniture, but as there was a good library he was pleased, for he was very fond Of reading, and he soon got permission to have as many books as he liked, But when he looked at them he found that they were written ina forgotten language, and he could not understand a single word, though he amused himself with trying, King Grumpy was so convinced that Prince Curlicue would soon get tired of being in prison, and so consent to marry the Princess Cabbage-Stalk, that he sent ambassadors to her father proposing that she should come and be married to his son, who would make her perfectly happy. the King was delighted

Then he chuckled as he pointed his sword at her. Bella looked at the sword with fear in her eyes. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to be killed by such a cruel person. “Humph. You stupid trash!” shouted Crown Prince. Just as he swung his sword into the air, something flickered in his heart. Something sad and painful. He grunted at the aching pain. He dropped his sword. His sword landed on the ground with a clinked and clacked. “What’s-What’s wrong?” asked Braum. He ran to Crown Prince, trying to aid him back up.

he casually declared, as he nonchalantly took the knife and placed it against the other side of his face. The man trembled with fear for his life, and once again attempted to plead with him, uttering the words "Don, I'm sorry..." However, the sound that escaped his lips was a throat-piercing scream, as he mercilessly opened the other side of his face with the knife and cruelly grinned at him. Blood forcefully flowed from the wound in his face. "Your entire body will be subjected to my knife until you express your preferred manner of death," he said with cruelty, accompanied by a sinister chuckle.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

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.

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."