The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites Novels & Stories

"My mate was torn between his desire and the throne, and I guess I wasn't enough. He chose the throne. I watched helplessly as he pushed me to the curb, knowing I would never be able to move on. On the morning of his wedding, I met with him under a binding vow circle and begged him to stop hurting me. But he dismissed the ache in my heart. Without thinking, I uttered words I didn't even realize were laced with magic, and those words became his reality. In guilt, I tried to fix what I did. But the prince refused my aid. I was young then. So I believed that he despised me for what I had done to him. In my latter years, I realized the prince held on to my curse because he believed he deserved i

bad servant owl:- why you talk like a drunk man prince:- I want to go for a drink. in the meantime, there was a princess of curses fate. what siting over a broken wall, her dress is royal and fancy, her hair is yellow, she can seduce any man just by one look. her hand nail was red and it was not artificial, she was depressed. someone shows up after 15 min, it looks like they were secret soldiers from an enemy nation who know for extremely worshipping demons and devils.

I begged, kissing her feet again. She gave me a few more whips on the back. “You’re no Prince, here. You belong to me. I own you.” she hissed. ′Yes you do!′ “Yes you do, Mistress.” “Get on the bed. Now.” she ordered and I wasted no time. ′This isn’t Saïda. Who’s this in her body??′ I was loving it! Writer’s POV:

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

With his drinking problem back in force, it was expected of her to do that. She nodded towards the pages scattered on the desk. "Do you want me to clean up?" "No!" Javier glanced at the pages, scrawled messily with the witch's handwriting, eyes tracing over soft curves and darker shapes. "This is my new start." The look she gave him resembled a gentle sort of understanding. "A new start?" She repeated. "Yes." The Prince nodded, determination shining in his eyes. "It's something I need to do." ***

He rested his hand on the door. "You don't have to learn everything in one day." With that, he left. I sat down as my father's words refusing to leave my mind for the first time in years... The silence felt heavier than the curse. Every servant I passed lowered their head as they stepped aside. They saw the Alpha King. The monster, The man the curse had hollowed out years ago. None of them saw the crack that had appeared today. Good It needed to stay that way. I pushed open the doors to my chambers.

I should be pissed at him for putting his damn dirty shoe on my jeans and yet I’m not. I don’t find it in me to hate this at all. Never in my life have I ever wanted to take my pants off so bad. His grip on my hair suddenly tightens and without any warning- again- he rams his cock to the back of my throat. I’m caught off guard and try to swallow around him when the grip on my hair gets tighter and his cock grows thicker “Fuck” he curses under his breath before putting his other hand to my head and starts thrusting in and out in a fast pace.

Not broken. Beautiful. Terrible. Infinite. “My king,” she whispered. Then she smiled. Darkness kissed her mouth like love. My heart stopped. My breath vanished. “No,” I whispered. “No, that is not real.” It felt real. Too true. Would she wear that crown if I failed? Would she choose it? Would she look at him like that? Would she look at me like that? Fear twisted into jealousy so sharp I tasted blood. I slammed my hand into the ground. “I will not let that future take her.”