The Cruel Prince Epub Novels & Stories

The man and his Queen had been waiting for this moment. “Good morning, your Majesty,” Djafar bowed to them. “Good morning, Djafar,” they replied. “Please tell me what you came up with,” the sultan said and Djafar immediately did so. “Your Highness,” he started. “I believe that what contributes to the Prince’s dishonoring behavior, is the wealth he is surrounded with. He has no limit and the fact that he can use this money as he wishes, adds to the Prince’s arrogance.”

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

Because to her, her groom himself was a bad omen. Yuvraj Yashvir Rathore, the Cruel Warrior Prince. - - - - - - Follow me on Instagram @jamersy.dreame

Vera whined spoiled and annoyed in Prince's arms. “You will kill her, Alpha! Wake yourself up!” Vera's pretended expression had turned into a paranoid one who was chasing her. She looked up at Prince while clutching his clothes. "What are you saying, Prince? Al-Alpha Cedric…” "I will kill you!" I jumped to snatch Vera from Prince's arms. Her screams filled my ears after I managed to tug at her sleeve. “You've hurt Estelle and done something disgusting! Someone like you would rather die!” My claws lifted and swung to tear her. She screamed and failed to escape. Prince tried to save her but was blocked by my aura.

The sharp crack echoes through the room. “Prince, stop!” I grab his arm mid-swing, yanking him back slightly, but he shrugs me off like I’m nothing. He’s not listening, his fury radiating off him in waves as he glares down at Max, who’s groaning and trying to crawl away. “This is what you do, Ghost?” Prince snarls, his voice a low growl. “You bring men like him here and fuck around? You can’t even wait until I’m out of the picture before throwing yourself at someone else?”

“When we were on the battlefield, I saw Hyacinth fighting against a fae soldier. He had her mate on the ground and she was punching him, trying to protect her mate with no thought to her own safety, or risk to her own life. While protecting our mates is something we would all do, I know it goes against everything in a sprite to fight. So, I would like to present this book to you, Hyacinth. It’s titled, Hyacinth: A Brave Sprite, and it is the story of our battle and your role in the fight.” When I hand the book to her, she takes it first looking at the title, then holding it to her chest before wrapping her arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. “Thank you, Princess.” The cheers go up again

Maybe if I just- He tilts his head. Slow. Precise. Like he’s reading my thoughts. A cold ripple crawls down my spine. “It’s fine,” I mutter under my breath, adjusting the mask. “Just another spoiled freak show.” I take a step forward. Then another. The crunch of gravel beneath my shoes sounds deafening in the still air. Three steps away. Two. Then his hand shoots out. A gloved palm hits my chest- firm, controlled, commanding. The kind of touch that doesn’t ask, doesn’t warn - just acts.

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

Lauretta said as she left her standing in front of the Third prince's study chamber. She let out a loud sigh before entering the study chamber only to see the Third prince focusly reading a book. She scoffed when she saw him, he has the mind to read a book after ruthlessly dumping her on the ground. He did not even care if she actually got injured when he dumped her, such a cruel prince! She cleared her throat when she realised he did not seem to notice her presence.