Romans & histoires The Cruel Prince Fanfiction

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.

|HER POV| The thing about elite institutions was that the cruelty was better dressed. I had encountered the other kind — the blunt, unimaginative sort from secondary school, where girls said ugly things directly because they hadn't yet learned that subtlety was more damaging and harder to report. Blackthorn was different. Here it came wrapped in compliments, delivered with immaculate posture, wearing cashmere and a smile that hadn't reached anyone's eyes since approximately the fourteenth century. Cressida Vayne had been performing warmth at me for three weeks.

"It's the alpha prince who wanted you to be here, our lady. He saw your condition and ordered us to treat you like a princess." I paused remembering that someone had smashed the door in my cage. Thinking that it was my father wanting to beat me again, I crawled into a fetal position and just retreated into my imaginary world and just let him do whatever he wanted with me. I didn't know it was the alpha prince all along. Really? Does it mean that our dear alpha prince is a kind man? He's not cruel just like his father? What does he look like? I heard from Sophia that he really looks young and handsome.

I exhaled through my nose, heading toward the sideboard to pour him a glass of water. “That will be… difficult.” Yufrus looked up. “How so?” I handed him the glass. “Because I’m fairly certain the prince would tear apart anyone who got within a mile of his mate right now.” He winced. “So what are we to do?” His worry was genuine. In the short time Lila had been with us, Yufrus had grown quite fond of her. As had I. And if Moira Serne was reaching out, something was very, very wrong.

The intensity of his stares was holding and also, she might not suppress herself and run on his arms to feel his warm against her. “Why have ye let this ugly savage touches my horses?” Prince Jion hissed directed towards the other prince. “She got a name, brother.” The gentle prince frowned at the rudeness of his younger brother. “I had ye tolerated during that particular meal but I wont let thee insult my own princess.” Jion sarcastically laughed while throwing a disgusting look on the silent tribe princess. “Your princess? Oh I am not surprised that ye have been bewitch by this ugly animal. After all, she came from the tribe of worthless people—”

I said wide eyed, Diana bowing at the sight of the prince, not saying a word as she tried processing what she was looking at before the prince let my hand and waist go and I took a step back glaring at him. “What have you done to them?” I asked the prince who frowned in confusion “my friends, Prince Nathan, what have you done to them?” “What have I done to them?” Prince Nathan asked his frown still on his face, his eyes trying to read my expression to understand what I meant, but my own eyes were filled with tears as I feared the worst. “Kiara love, what is going on?” Prince Nathan asked cupping my cheeks softly, his eyes wide with worry as he tried figuring out what was wrong with me, and w

Not quickly enough not to pick up the hint of irate and irrational jealousy that flooded the Halfling inherent. As a rule, fae do not lie. Prevaricate, naturally, twist the truth, most definitely. But lying was something they couldn't physically do. "If you say so. I haven't seen any evidence to the contrary." He smirked down at the fiery redhead, his mask slipping for a moment as the Spark flared hot in his chest. "But for now, all the Prince requires of you is a carriage, and horses. That is all." Bailey flicked a dismissive gesture at the stable master and she laughed in response.

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

She was too overwhelmed and staggered a little to balance herself when he moved away from her. Her horror-struck eyes fell on him and he was already staring at her with an evil smirk adorning his lips as he gently wiped his lower lip while looking intensely into her eyes. She dropped her gaze as a chill ran up her spine and at the same time her cheeks turned crimson in anger. Her body shivered and she breathed heavily, balling her hands into fists on her sides. The hall was drowned in an agonizing silence and just like her, everyone was too stunned to speak. Nobody even moved. The prince who claimed to hate humans kissed the living daylights out of his bride.

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?