The Ugly Prince Novels & Stories

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

Almost as soon as these black shadows appeared, the area around the prince was sealed. However, the prince didn't care about it, because he didn't care about the bugs. Even so, the prince was still extremely displeased by the fact that he had been taken advantage of by these bugs! "What do you mean? Are you not going to let me go?" The prince sneered and said, "I am really looked down upon by others... How dare a nobody come to me and shout! Are you courting death? Do you want to be wiped out by me!"

He doesn't know that he is a mouse walking towards trap and I'm the cheese and the trap technically speaking. I know what I need to do, even though just the thought brings bile up my throat. I'm not gonna the lie, the prince is rather hot. With his dark black hair, tanned skin and a toned stomach. His dark curly hair thta falls perfectly over his face, he is far from ugly but all that is just a mask of the sinister childlike human that lies beneath but if I'm going to get free I'm going to have to use his manly urges against him. He doesn't seem like someone who is good at controlling his lust and I plan to use that against him.

Emily's POV "Are you shitting me?" Gen asked rhetorically as she threw herself face down in my bed in my hotel room, worn out from exhaustion. "I can't believe Sebastian is a prince," I finally spoke while staring at my reflection from a wine glass. I poured myself another drink. I was having one hell of a day. First, I had to put an abrupt end to my hotel project then I found out my ex-boyfriend was the Prince of Conovia and I was summoned by him and his father about the rights of the land.

Confused as well I asked, "Ain't you dating Hunter?" She tried maintaining a straight face but it only lasted for a few seconds before she began laughing. "What? I'm dating Hunter? Where? When? How?" I think I just embarrassed myself in the biggest way possible. Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl.

He glares at the band aid. “But it will stop the bleeding.” She looks at him in confusion. She didn’t understand why he was refusing it. Did he not like her way of treating his wounds? Did she forget to do something? All these thoughts were going through Nora’s head. Mateo looked at her as if she was crazy. The Mafia Prince. One of the most sought after criminals in the history of organizations. Capable, competent and fast. Moreover he has a band aid on his face from a minor cut? Mateo would never allow it.

L asked, his red eyes blinking at me. I sighed and set aside my glass of blood on a nearby table. "Everything didn't go as planned L. The prince actually apologized for her sake. He must really want to keep her to himself. He probably wants her blood all to himself so he would become powerful." L shook his head. "I know the prince well. It doesn't seem like all he wants is her blood. I fear the prince might be falling for Kate just as his father the king fell for a human in the past." L scrunched up his face in disgust. "I should have known he would show his true colors sooner or later."

“We are swift to offense, and I wouldn’t want to have Gemma need to cry at your funeral.” Silas leapt from the couch. “Don’t be too sure I’d be on the losing end of that, Prince. All of you full bloods underestimate us. We‘re the best of both you and humanity.” He flipped his hand in a vulgar gesture. “And you’d best remember that. You’re on my turf.”

“An Ultimate Alpha is an inferior man with beast-like tendencies because he has a rotten beast inside of him that is hard to control,” the man said with clear distaste. “Prince Leonard…” I murmured as my eyes widened in shock. Why is the prince here? Prince Leonard strode into the room dressed in a dark blue suit that brought out the color of his hair and highlighted the color of his intense blue eyes. Madame Sand was as stunned as I was at the sudden and unexpected appearance of the prince.

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”