Novel & Cerita The Lazy Prince Become A Genius

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“I’m having trouble.” Again Mayari Tabbu frowned because the young man still wouldn’t rhyme, But his stubbornness reminded her of the late King Bathal when he was still in his prime. Young, strong, brave, and charismatic. No one was able to resist his charm. He was so good looking, everywhere he went the girls would swarm. The sorceress raised her hand, and said, “Luntian, the young Prince is awake. Be the one to assist him, because his stubbornness I cannot take.”

Charlene scowled at him and tried to reach for her books, but the prince's build was no joke. "Trying to keep your arms intact? Why are you carrying such heavy books?" the Prince genuinely asked. He just could not wrap his head around it. Charlene is an obvious genius for the prince to take notice of her wits. So why is she trying so hard to study more than she should? Why is she trying so hard? "Are you insulting me?" "What?" The Lycan Prince raised his brows. "Okay, you're misunderstanding me here—"

“I expect no less from you. But you don’t have to feel insecure because of me. Because geniuses know that two people can never be compared and the ones who do are basically dumb, idiots, and average people who are just not worth your auditory labour.” “Auditory labour?” He asked, tilting his head. “They are not worth being heard by you. You should ignore them and let their words fly by your ears. Remember this, ok? You are a prince and you don’t let anyone decide your worth, you get that!” I snapped. His suspicious gaze bore into me, “you are possessed by some alien, aren’t you?” “Maybe. Aliens like eating brains of naïve children like you and the only way to protect your tasty brain is by n

"Since I was a kid, I've always wanted to do what I can to help people. It feels good to do good, my Prince." "What is... good? What do you mean do good?" "I've always known that I was different since I was a kid. I can do... things most humans can't, my Prince. One time, I met this old lady living alone in the forest. Her husband never came back from hunting one day and the old lady was deeply sad for a very, very long time. I can make people stop feeling sad, so I did it to her. I brought a smile on her face. That feels good."

But since I didn't know much about him, I asked, "What's your name and your relationship with the prince?" He smiled and leaned his face closer. "You should take one step after mine" guided me, avoiding answering my questions. I took the steps he instructed and found out I wasn't bad for this dancing of a thing. It is just that I'm scared to dance because I haven't been given the privilege . "You haven't answered me.. what's your relationship with the prince?" He smiled sarcastically " Alright, I'm a cousin to the prince. And my name is Liam". He introduced himself to me.

The prince grinned, “It is, and it isn’t. Think of it as this way, you will still reach your peak while I am already past that. Some of you might even surpass me because I never gave a shit about training. So take all of that in and-“ His partner stirred from unconscious, which stopped him in his tracks. He smiled benignly and offered a hand to the still half-unconscious youth. “Hey, good job there, taking my hit head on and even managing to block some of it off with your own flames. What’s your name?” “Ravi, my prince.” The youth muttered, still trying to clear his head from the pain he just felt. “Good job, Ravi. You’re going to go far in this life.”

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break. His fangs slipped down, scraping the inside of his lip. Hunger flared hot in his veins, sharp enough to taste. But the ache in him was not simply for blood. It was for the moment of undoing—for the exquisite instant when the prince's control would snap and all that hidden fire would come pouring out. What would you be like beneath the silk and ceremony, little prince? His imagination painted delicious alternatives: Prince Caelum not in state robes but stripped of pretense entirely. That commanding voice reduced to something honest and raw. All that noble restraint melting under careful, deliberate pressure.

A little girl that was so easily deceived by a honeyed trap words even if there was an obvious loopholes at the words that was just said. She had done everything according to what the prince had wished. She became someone else even if she was not very willing to do it. She had guided him to the path where he can securely had the throne in the palm of his hand. And she... Had done something so foolish as to abolish her Light ability, the only source that she can still be respected and be gazed at with admiration high above. And all of that was done just because of one person! That guy, the prince of their nation.