The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He’s a king, He won't risk his kingdom, his life for a woman who means nothing. A low, mournful sound echoed in the dark. You are not nothing, a voice whispered from the deepest, most primal part of my mind. My wolf's voice rumbling like thunder in my bones. He bound us with silver but he cannot bind the spirit. Patience, child. Before I could process the voice, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. The iron door groaned open, revealing Prince Kieran, bathed in the flickering torchlight. He looked immaculate, a dark smile playing on his lips as he stepped over the threshold. Two of his men stood guard behind him their eyes hollow and obedient.

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.”

she muttered to herself, but the realization struck that she had already wandered too deep into the maze, her steps guided by nothing more than instinct. Desperation clawed at her as she tried to retrace her steps—left, then right, another right, followed by a left — each turn only leading her deeper into the labyrinth. The fireflies that had once illuminated her path were now gone, dispersed into the maze, leaving her alone in the growing darkness as the clouds began to cover the moon. Panic welled up inside her chest as distant howls echoed through the air, unmistakably from the Alpha werewolves who had attended the royal ball. It was the signal that the event would soon come to an end, an

And for the whole entire wolf clan from all over the land to come join the celebration as the Grey Wolf King married off his cursed daughter to the alpha of the Black wolves. “What?” questioned Agatha, as she finished reading it. “You can read?” asked the first maid. Agatha’s eyes widened. She had forgotten that she was supposed to be the cursed princess where she was neglected and forgotten. She’s supposed to be illiterate and stupid. “Oh. No. Of course not. I can’t read of course.” She handed the paper back to them. “Well, do you believe us now?” asked the first maid. “What?” “That you’re getting married.”

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

she replied expectantly. It made the corners of his lips curl up. “I have a…” Rhys trailed off as he felt the weight of Amira’s stare on him. Her whole attention was on him now, and it was more unsettling because she was in his body watching him. With a sigh, he started again. “The men in the Quintrell family, the royal line… are cursed. Finding our mate puts an end to it.” Amira closed the book and set it aside. “What curse? I didn’t hear anything about a…” Amira trailed off, realising it was the royal family and there were probably many secrets the public was not aware of.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Gabriella’s POV I left the book room and rushed to get a bottle of water, I emptied the bottle and felt much better, I still wondered why the witches were still not done with their meeting, I wondered what other argument could be taking their time again and I know my love will still be sleeping so I should just focus on finding information using the book I found about Dedusa. I returned to the book room to continue reading then I opened the page where Prince finally confessed his love to her, I still can’t believe at the end of the day he ended up loving her, I thought it was forbidden for a witch as powerful as her to end up with an alpha, what about Prince mate? What is she going to do abo

in my head, as if urging me to claim them all at once. The first prince stepped closer, his scent musky and earthy with hints of pine and cedarwood. He was tall and muscular, with piercing hazel eyes and a chiselled jawline. He exuded power and control, and I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted.