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Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

The prince held his meetings, and the king's lead guard, General Krvut, was in a state of total confusion as the borders of Ghandor were attacked and its defences were weakened. I need them arrested within 7 days. The king's guard and his troops left convinced that they had solved the situation. It was evening, and the prince, tired and exhausted, decided to take a nap. He entered his bedroom and lay down. He heard footsteps, lifted his head, and saw altea just inside his bedroom. She seductively called the prince, 'Hi kohl, almost naked and walking like a serpent who captivates the prince. She moves up to him, got more closer and showing off her enormous breast, i know you want me prince, w

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.

The prince spoke as he guided that petit princess up to the door. The author stood up, and ushered them with his eyes as he smiled in quite certainty. The moment the door was stirred closed, he embarked himself into his own desk and wrote his findings in just a few phrase which was read like this: Tonic for the Wild: Sweet Law of Undiscovered Love. Many years had he read about the account of those scholars about the young prince embarking in an ungodly war. The eldest prince was very prestigious on his cunning work of device just to overthrow that tribe in the Land Zagreb.

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

The worst of the worst, the bloodthirsty prince, the ruler of the ninth circle. Asmodeus. The prince of lust and the one who enjoyed the pain and agony of others. "I called" I said as I caressed her face "had something to complain about?" The blonde stared at me for a few seconds and then his expression returned to be something like the face of an angry child. "Do you think you can buy me with cute nicknames and affection? I... I... I..." he stopped and then pointed his index finger at me "I’m mature! I don’t need it and you can’t ruin my reputation like that!"

Casimir said seriously. “ Me? Threatened that you are alive. Impossible you are just a piece of trash and worthless thing." The crowned prince maliciously said. “ Okay so just let us pass in let us go in the portal," I said to the crown prince. While I am behind Cassimir's back. "Well, you're pretty enough to be my plaything, so I won't allow you to leave this place," the crown prince declared. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his vine-like powers, which were black and covered in thorns, directing them towards us.

At first I saw only the man’s tall silhouette, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, my breath caught in my throat. Caspian. The crown prince looked horrifying. The empire’s golden son, the perfect brother, now resembled a madman. His hair, usually neat and perfectly groomed, hung in greasy, tangled strands across his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot from sleeplessness and rage, but the most terrifying thing was his smile. A wide, unnatural grin twisted his features, exposing his teeth in the darkness. “Good morning, little bird,” he whispered, his voice trembling with barely restrained, manic hysteria. “My brother is so careful. He always locks the door… but he forgot that the royal sui

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

With great anger Bashiri walked out of Wycliff's study, but before closing the door, he again said, “Remember, uncle Wycliff if the existence of the purple-eyed werewolf is a disaster. Those beautiful eyes held the great power, hatred, arrogance of the Prince Theodor Archelius. Your beloved princess's life will be on the verge of collapse if an oath is uttered from the purple-eyed, dominant Alpha lips.” Wycliff pinned the paper in his hand tightly until it became a small lump. His big hand hit the glass table until it broke into two pieces. He wasn't concerned about the blood dripping from the skin of his hands, not caring about the fragments of glass stuck in the flesh of his hands.