The Cruel Prince Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

His heart belonged to Elara. It could all easily boil down to a metaphor: The Prince was a ship, destined for a charted course in calm, predictable waters, its hull gleaming with the expectation of a grand and stately voyage leading his kingdom. The King's announcement was the launch ceremony, the champagne bottle shattered against the bow, signifying a promised future of stability and power. But the Prince's heart, instead of being the compass pointing north, was a rogue current dragging the ship towards a jagged, forbidden reef – the pregnant, married woman. He saw not the open sea and the waiting port of kingship, but the dangerous, siren-like allure of shipwreck and ruin.

Camille answered with a sweet smile that quickly turned back into a sneer," now get up before I snap your neck right here!" Praline wasn't taking it as she forced out more laughter and my body shivered hard at the taste of blood in my mouth," I heard he spat out your blood." The laughter growing harder as she taunted the vampire. "The prince! He hated the taste of you so much he spat it out!" A grin grew on my lips," that wasn't the case for me though. Oh no. He challenged an Alpha for me. Put a child in me. Crowned me in his brood. What did he do for you?" Praline gave one more blast to my senses as my body moved and I spat my black blood onto her pretty porcelain face.

Prince Xander Reenan, who heard this immediately stepped up and stood beside King Dominic. "Princess Alleta, come here," said Prince Xander. "If you move, I won't think twice about hurting you, Princess Alleta." Prince Chapistrano said right into the princess' ear. "Prince Chapistrano, crown prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill. I know your parents well. You have not inherited their attitude at all. You are a rebellious son, who only thinks about pleasure, who cannot carry out the responsibilities of a crown prince heir to the throne. In your kingdom, you can use your strength and power to make others submit to you, but not here. You are just a guest like me. Don't act as if you are the ru

Raven snapped her fingers and millions of large black spiders sprang up from the ground. The tiny green eyed creatures scurried directly to Cassius crawling all over his body. He stepped on some squashing them with his expensive dress shoes. Also tried to fling off the ones already making their way up his arms, but it was just too many. They covered him completely from head to toe, entering his ears, nose and mouth. However as quickly as it started it ended with the snap of Ravens finger. Cassius spun all around searching but every last spider was gone. "Spiders are too messy. How about I do this" she said snapping her fingers again. This time the prince's whole body burst into bright red an

Even though it was not intentional, he couldn’t help but feel that it may have been a plot against him planned by his sisters and Blake. “The spice known as cayenne pepper is an abomination and should never be used.” The First Prince stated calmly, not wanting the spices to be sold. “As for the others, it’s passable for this prince’s taste.” “Brother, how could you say such a thing. Father, if you would allow, I would like to prepare a meal for you.” Beihe said, rising from her table and grabbing the spices off of the First Prince’s table. When the Emperor motioned for his daughter to proceed, the First Prince cried in his heart that his sister’s actions would bring the spices to the masses.

I am overcome with nausea and end up emptying the contents of my stomach before I can even gather the strength to step into the shower. In a split second, I find myself fully clothed and eagerly searching for my companions. Spotting Alaric, my heart races with anticipation as I rush towards him, leaping into his embrace. My lips instinctively find their way to his neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh. As I begin to indulge in the crimson elixir, a symphony of pleasure escapes my lips, for it is as if his blood is the very essence that sustains me. “Princess, please, take it easy,” Alaric's voice trembles with concern, his tone laced with worry.

Motherfucker He just pinched my ass. “You fucking-” The insult dies on my lips when I feel his tongue lick the side of my jaw and cheek all the way back to my ear causing a shudder to go through me. “Now, now. Tesoro...you weren’t specific on how I’d make you cum” He touches the cheek he pinched and kneads it before pulling it aside exposing my hole. “Don’t. You. Dare!” My voice erupts in the room. He doesn’t say anything just breathes on the side of my head as his fingers traced the path of my opening before slowly pushing his fingertip past my tight outer ring.

|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.

My father announces my engagement to my prince charming and Grace storms out of the dining room while my father , Prince George's uncle and my sisters all rise up and give me a royal bow . Flabbergasted I just freeze to one place . I can not believe what my father has just said . Am I really going to marry my prince charming and also become a Queen ? Is this a dream ? Prince George’s Point of view “ Not a sight of garlic bread on the table . If I did not know better I would say you are trying to attract the vampire instead of repelling it . “ The vampire hunter says and I just stare at her not knowing what to say. “ His majesty is allergic to garlic and onion so we do not have them in the ro

Pain radiates down my spine, pricking my palms as I finally feel his claws retract. I’m so focused on not appearing weak that I don’t hear when the music changes. The Prince stops so suddenly and I stumble into his chest. Hot hands encircle my waist, pinning me. He makes it look so easy, so effortless to hold me there. I can feel the strength in his arms as he grips me. Bending low, his lips brush my ear. “Just remember, Princess,” he murmurs, “the more spirit you have, the more fun it will be to break you.”