The Cruel Prince Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

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.

“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.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

Ashley screamed in fear as the Prince groaned in pain. “She is mine, if you are planning to do things with her, you might end up dead.” He shrugged and the Prince glared at him as he pulled the knife out of his shoulder.

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.

When his rival tried to stand, the king promptly sat on him and unleashed a series of brutal punches to both sides of his face. "You come here all because you don't want me to claim my mate? Are you nuts? Your clan has been neutral all these years, yet you chose to bring your men to their deaths all because of a woman. A woman who is out of your league. Princess Xylia Gemm is my mate and mine alone. I won't share her with any blood-sucking bastard," The prince suddenly felt a surge of power flow through his veins and he suddenly switched positions with the lycan king. Now it was him delivering punches at the Lycan's face, dislocating his jaw.

“That’s enough”, Ruarc yelled from where he was seated. The man between my thighs, paused turning to him. “It’s not yet time my prince.” “If you fuckers don’t get your hands off her, I will rip you apart, and list your body parts for sale”. They visibly gulp, walking back to their seats after giving me a sly smirk. I don’t understand the Crown Prince. Just a few hours ago he was being mean and now, he’s saving my ass. It could be the bond, I conclude, adjusting my dress.

She tried to prepare herself for what was to come, but she couldn't shake the fear that gripped her. She heard footsteps approaching and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. But to her surprise, it was the prince who entered the room. Blair's heart sank. She knew that this was bad, that the prince was the last person she wanted to see in this situation. The prince stood in front of her, a cruel smile on his face. He leaned in close, his hot breath on her cheek, and whispered, "You shouldn't have touched what wasn't yours." Blair tried to plead with him, to beg for mercy, but he just laughed. He reached for one of the devices and turned to her, a look of pure sadism on his face. He

When I tried freeing my hands from the rope, the door on my front suddenly opened and I was greeted by Lurcos with his pretty and kinky smiles. “You’re awake, Princess,” he said before going on top of me before closing the door. My eyes widened in disbelief. “What the heck! Get off me!” I tried protesting by pushing him off but I am nothing compared to his huge build. He cornered my face in between his arms and moved his face closer to mine. “Ahh….!” I tried shouting, but he immediately covered my mouth. “Shh, Princess! No one’s going to hear you anyway. I just sent off your two big guys using your phone. It’s just you and me now,” he whispered under me.