Novel & Cerita The Cruel Prince Valerian

Sleep was a distraction from his desires. He did fall asleep quickly, but the next day, there were still bodies to be found. It was in the same condition as the bodies of the girls Erwin had killed. And everyone swore Erwin was the murderer (but of course, they didn't say it openly). "But I fell asleep that night, I swear. How could I wake up and kill people if I was asleep?" Erwin thought. One of the witnesses, a harem doorman, gave his testimony: "The prince looked strange that night. He walked like a drunk. And his eyes... his eyes were completely purple... It was like his blue eyeballs were taken out of place and replaced with purple crystals. I think... a demon or something possessed th

"I am ashamed that I lost my composer with you. It was not your fault that I am such a mess. I wish I could tell you every secret of mine. What I said there, none of it was true. Your brother thinks of you as his own child .He does not pity you, he loves you with all his heart" The truth could not get out before I became king. Because when black wolves became royals ,another family was ruling the wolves at that time. The last descendant of that family was prince Alessandro who killed his parents in greed of the throne. He was not the king at that time. He had a mate named Valerie but they had not completed the matting ceremony. Werewolf council found out and he was sentenced to death. After

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood vampires.

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?

The leading imperial cultivator said slowly. As soon as he said that, everyone couldn't help swallowing. Yes, the White Deer Prince's reward was indeed generous, but the punishment was equally severe! The White Deer Prince's subordinates would be abandoned if they did not have the corresponding value. Therefore, it was easy to go to the Deathly Valley to kill Caspian. If they all messed it up, the White Deer Prince would never tolerate their failure. "In addition, the Crown Prince is now the crown prince of a country. Can you talk nonsense about these things?" The royal expert said in a deep voice, "If you are discovered, trust me, I will kill you without hesitation!"

“This is all one giant game to see if Valerie here can let loose and be the wild child she refuses to admit she is. There are rules in place. If she refuses anything we tell her to do, and I do mean anything, then the game’s over. No judgment. No harm or foul. Simply over.” Valerie nodded, remembering his rule and the day he gave it to her. “You’ll do whatever I say, anyway, and you know it,” he told her, and she knew he was right, even though she dreaded admitting it. “You can stop at any time. Just know that the minute you do, everything else stops as well. Your first refusal ends everything, not just that one particular thing.” And she wanted none of it to stop, it shamed her to admit. Sh

I was still a highly-paid human expert. Once I saved enough cash to ditch this hellhole, I’d be free. I could live happily ever after without a man. Right? The next day, dressed in my sharpest black suit, Alistair dragged me to the main exhibition hall. "Remember, absolute respect for the Prince," Alistair warned under his breath. "Cassian Valerius isn't your average vampire. He's been alive for millennia, and his temper is... lethal." I nodded, trying to steady my breathing.

Lycans. In the middle of them walked King Valerius. I knew he was the King before anyone said a word. He was easily a head taller than the others. His hair was the color of winter frost, cut short and messy. He had ice-blue eyes that looked right through you, and a jagged scar ran from his left temple down to his jawline, cutting through his eyebrow. He didn't look like a king in a storybook. He looked like a killer who had stolen a crown.

A heavy, tattered cloak of crimson velvet billowed behind him, untouched by the snow. As he stepped closer to the fortress, the pitch-fires burning along the walls illuminated his face. It was a face of aristocratic, brutal perfection, pale as moonlight, framed by long, stark-white hair. But his eyes were what froze the blood in my veins. They were not toxic green. They were a deep, endless, abyssal black, swirling with a galaxy of dark, necrotic magic. King Valerius. The True King. The ghost in the ice.

he stammered, taken aback, "I bring news your highness." Thomas nodded and turned to Valeria, "Clean me," he ordered her, gesturing to his cock which was still sticky with his sperm. Valeria paled, glancing from the Prince's face, to his slimy cock, to the page boy standing nervously at the door. The beautiful noblewoman could not believe that the Prince wanted her to do such a humiliating and demeaning act in front of a low classed servant boy. Valeria nodded and swallowed, tasting the remnants of his cum already on her tongue. She then dutifully took hold of the Prince's shrinking cock and bent over, lifting it to her lips. The smacking sound of her sucking filled the otherwise silent room