The Cruel Prince Vk Novels & Stories

he bowed and grabs the princess' hands and kissed the back of the palm in a gentle touch "you're such an ASSHOLE!" the princess pull back her hands and "Pfft! (giggles) ahem we apologize, your highness, we're from the kingdom of Quilde, I'm prince calben the third prince and his my brother the second prince, we were just wandering around here and it is our first so we " the younger brother explained and holds his laugh Prince Dagorlad chivalric ended as he heard the word ASSHOLE "ME? ASSHOLE?!" Prince Dagorlad retorted "YOU BITCH! "

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.

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

The Prince kissed her neck, letting his free hand feel her face. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, lips trembled and tugged between her teeth as she left out some weird noises. Her lips were soft, wet and either full or swollen; he had no idea. The way she shook, he stopped. No! He doesn’t know what it was but he wasn’t stupid to understand what might happen later. He was young, though not a child, still as a Prince he cannot afford to make hasty mistakes. Also, he doesn’t know the girl’s age. As the Prince of Beverly, he has a reputation to keep and a future to hold. So, it was better to stop!

And now that I've gotten what I wanted, you're useless to me. As Kathy heard Damian's words, she frowned. Yes, she liked Damian and didn't like what the princess had done to him, but she didn't expect that he would go this far with revenge. The princess shook her head in disbelief and said, "How could you do this to me, Damian? You deceived me and brought me all the way from my kingdom to this land. Knowing that I've fallen in love with you, you still chose to hurt me in this way? You're wicked, you're a scoundrel, Damian. This is the height of cruelty."

I said with tears in my eyes. The Prince picked up a dagger from his work desk. Then, he pointed the dagger at my face, right in my nose, between my eyes. "Close your eyes." The Prince said. I closed my eyes, preparing to feel the pain, when a dagger stabbed my head. But, Suddenly, I heard the sound of the dagger falling to the floor. "Open your eyes." The Prince said. I opened my eyes. "Why didn't you kill me?" I asked. "Your bravery has to be applauded. I didn't expect you to be so brave to face death."

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.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

Sir Hunder answered. Lord Jeremy nodded his head before he continued reading. The surprised scream of the woman forced the Prince to open his eyes and as sook as he did, he saw a dagger dropping down to his chest. No matter the wine he drunk, Prince Viper knew how to defend himself from sudden threat. As a reaction. Viper lifted his right hand to block the attack and the dagger went straight through his palm and stuck out from the back of his hand.