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Wendy said "A leech? Was the unborn child a leech as well? You mean to say your son's offspring is a leech? When Camilla spoke to us that faithful day about the girl our son loves, I made a thorough research and it turns out she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... Your son's heart chose someone so special and what did you do? You just showed how heartless a humble person can be when he or she acquired wealth." Edmund said angrily "I.. I.. did it for our son" Wendy said stammering

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Worry began to nip her insides. She bumped into Cornelia while heading out to see him. The old lady apologized to her. Sienna paid her no mind and started walking out. "The Alpha has found out that Prince Azriel irresponsible for rogues' slaughter. He is in prison currently," Cornelia revealed to her. Inessa felt as if someone had pulled the ground from beneath her.

Ciro swore. A menacing laughter fled the boy's mouth and he ran away through the tree tops, his echoing laughter fading as he vanished into the thick forest. "What on earth just happened?" I asked Ciro. "That foul little thing is a prince from the fox clan. They bewitch women with their charming golden eyes, and rape them or keep them as sex slaves," he said. "Oh my—" "One can never be too careful in the supernatural world. The enemies could be even in the smallest and most innocent-looking form," he said.

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

“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.”

manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech. "You look like a disgusting pig. You wanted to hug me?" A voice says to me in my mind. I look around but no one seems to be looking in my direction or paying me any attention. The voice sounds familiar yet too strange. "Little mate, I gave you a headstart, I warned you that if you were going to run, I should not catch you. You better leave." "Jace?" "It's not Jace. It's Cruel or Cruel prince."

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

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.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”