The Ugly Prince Novels & Stories

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

Never. He bit my lower lip in answer—hard enough to draw blood, soft enough to make me shudder. He drank it in. When he pulled away, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, only to whisper against my mouth, “Never ever, my prince.” And before I could respond, he spun me around in a breath. My chest collided with the glass wall, cold as the night. “Now,” his breath was fire against my ear, pushing his hard dick into my ass, pulling out a strangled moan from my chest. “Be a good prince… and let me claim my prize.”

I yawned heavily and I adjusted myself from my gigantic and comfortable bed, School life is Very hard, for the past ten years I have been attending that crystal college, Facing princes and lords trying to make me fall for them. Hahahahahahaha That's the most funniest thing of all ages, Ugly so called princes after me, Well the last guy is the thirtieth dude that I have rejected, Such a rude and prideful princes they are, Speaking of pride, Mysterious the great killer of all ages.

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

"I am your uncle Uzo. Did that ugly father of yours tell you about me?" "My dad is not ugly!!" Princess shouted. "He is the most handsome man in this whole wide world," Princess added. "Really? Cause I can't see the handsomeness you are talking about tho..." Uzo said. "That's because..." "Stop it, Princess. Say hello before anything." Rose said to Princess. "Don't stop her, please. That just goes to show that Christopher is really her father. Come in Princess... Give uncle Uzo a hug," he said and opened his arms wide for Princess.

His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating. A prince was supposed to be ugly, cruel, and unworthy of his crown. But no—this one dared to be both royal and beautiful. *How unfair*. It was almost enough to make me laugh. Almost. He stood there, impossibly tall, his dark hair falling perfectly into place as though every strand knew its duty. He wore the air of royalty like a cloak—confidence, power, and ease all rolled into one. As I shifted uncomfortably, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of shame at the contrast between us. My hair, once glorious and golden, was now filthy and tangled. My skin, once glowing, was pale and scarred, and my clothes... well, if they could even

"Who? Is she pretty? More than me? Which family does the girl come from, Danny? What is her rank? Do I know her? Do you, do you like her?" Danial scoffed. Aigoo, this nonsensical girl. Keep your jealousy in check, will you? Stop eating vinegar everywhere you go. "What kind of nonsense you're spouting about, my lady? From the very beginning, no one ever put me in their eyes. They ruefully wish for my death more than anything in this world. I am a hindrance and an eyesore. Don't you recall who I am? I'm the ugly and talent-less prince. Who will be captivated by the mere sight of me, except you?"