The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

“I am your prince!” One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. He leveled his spear at me, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke the words that sent ice through my veins. “Prince Neil, you are under arrest and sentenced to death for consorting with Werewolves.”

His face was so serious when he said those words. The prince wanted the whole world to know that his mate satisfied his needs. He was content with Alessandra, he didn't need a substitute. The thought of kissing, touching and fucking another woman made the prince want to go insane. "Why are you so cruel to your daughter? Why are you willing to give your daughter as some cheap gift?."The prince asked a series of questions. It pained him that King Adam didn't give a damn about what his daughter wanted. How can a father be that cruel to his flesh and blood? The prince wondered.

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

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.”

Josh encouraged Kendrick. “I have nothing more to share,” he spit out, looking around the room anxiously. “Well, that makes your death easier,” the prince said moving towards Kendrick. Kendrick yelled out, “You cannot do this. I have a right to a trial!”. The prince laughed, “You just had your trial. You admitted to abusing my fated mate and our daughter,” Josh stated calmly.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw