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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 Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

His brow furrowed for he had seen pairs from the women he had gone to bed with before, but none had such slender and creamy legs as the prince. Venom's hand prickled. He had the desire to touch Prince Killian for a brief moment but quickly snarled at himself for allowing foolish things to distract him. He quickly rose to his feet, bringing himself up to eye level with the prince. "Here's your villain." With an expressionless face, he showed Prince Killian the eight-legged critter and tossed it away. The prince forced a smile and mumbled in a feeble voice, "Thank you." Venom exhaled sharply and in a pissed voice answered, "Fix yourself, your highness, and stop being a wus-" he didn't finish h

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.

shouted the princess, reassuring herself not to show her friend her sorrowful emotions. "IHYAAAA!" exclaimed the prince right away. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" he wailed as he collapsed to the ground. He began kicking the snow off his feet and wiping his numb eyes frantically. Vreihya appears to have been struck with a dagger as she watches herself and even the young Calix again. "Hug him, Vreihya," the princess instructed her younger self. "Please comfort him!" she exclaimed forcefully, as though pleading with her childhood self.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

And there, standing in front of them was the cruel prince in all his dark glory. "Maximus…." He called her name, looking a bit pissed, "I didn't summon you." "I know that, master. But the shy Fae you gifted me is beginning to get quite impatient. Moreover, he's accomplished the task you gave him already." She said to the cruel prince without an ounce of fear unlike him who shivered when Aldric's gaze collided with his, finally noticing him. "You are still alive?" Adric said, rendering him speechless. What's with these people wishing him dead? He almost thought the prince liked him, having taken him in as his soldier.

Though Vance had a long temper, he was not a man to you wanted to engage once angered. Cull sighed. “She’s in the holding pen.” “Holding pen?” Vance asked with wary suspicion “Slave Room,” Cull translated. “The room you walked through to get here.” “Cull.” Vance replied in a strangled tone. “She is the crown Princess of the Kaltharian continent, and many others. Not one of your whores.” “I know she’s no whore, no matter want else you wish to call her. Spirited too. Bet her mother was a real little firecracker in the brothel.”

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Kael reached out and seized her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. As her face gradually turned purple from lack of air, he spoke coldly, "You're not worthy of even mentioning her name. Even when you drove a wedge between us, I never once thought of breaking off our engagement. And you think, with that counterfeit face of yours, you could replace her?" He took out a silver dagger and slashed it viciously across Elena's face. "You don't deserve this face either. Didn't you like leaving scars? I'll grant you that wish."