The Ugly Prince Novels & Stories

Aaron flirts with his stupid long platinum blonde hair, pointy ears and sea green eyes, I so hate this man. "A kingdom is about to loose their prince if care is not taken." Damon mind link me glaring dynamites at the Prince who smirk not sparing us a glance as he wink at her. "I must say she's a beauty, just like our kind. Won't mind taking her home." Reekado the mer prince open his vile mouth, everyone knows he's the worst of his kind. He has basically slept with all the mystic folks girls and I'll be damned if I let him anywhere near my mate.

the ugly alpha king reports. Looks like Andria took after someone, her father. Usually I wouldn't judge anyone by their physical appearance, however Andria and her father have their ugliness on the inside too. They plotted to fool the angel kings by faking the gift of controlling beasts using my mother's blood. The ugly king got massive fortune from the angel kings. I wonder how he feels now about their wicked decisions. Is he aware that his daughter is dead?

Nadia replied. Aurora nodded, she went and picked up the clothes and began to wash. Eleanor was besides her helping her out. “My Lady?” “Yes Eleanor.” “Are they cruel to you because of the prince.” Aurora smiled a bit, “Very much so, I’m the outcast as you can see.” “It is very hard to see a princess like Nadia, she is so beautiful yet on the inside she is rotten.” Aurora continued washing, when she had hung everything she went to her villa and had some food. She was still tired and decided to go and lay down.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

“The Lords envisioned ruling over every being, with the power from each Clans. That plot wasn’t successful after the accident; however, it affected the fate of our Princess who was taken to an orphanage,” What exactly was happening? Mum wasn’t my mum? Dad wasn’t my dad too? How… Just how… “Cithara,” Gasps resonated the room once more. “That is where she was raised all through her life.” The brilliant dark-skinned woman, directed her hands towards the jury. “The Death Goddess, mother of all vampires, paired our Princess to the Dark Prince.” More pants echoed the Sea instantly. “His name is Javier Vasco Zapetero,”

he thought. At that moment he caught a look of his own reflection on a glass window and couldn't help comparing them. It wasn't that the prince was ugly, it's just that he looks a bit....plain and boring so to speak. None of his features stand out as attractive. Unlike his royal siblings who all have their defining features.

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

Maybe I deciphered his emotions inaccurately. I got up and ran to my room. I was enraged. "What does he think of himself? He may be the prince, but I am a beauty queen. Just for a look from members, men throw themselves. Here I was, throwing myself at him, and he didn't even look at me. How pathetic. " Hastily, I changed my clothes and went to sleep. Jai Pov

In my personal assessment, he emanated an unpleasant aura, resembling a contemptible individual. Curiously, though, he possessed an air of regality, akin to that of a prince. His golden locks intertwined with his piercing blue eyes, complemented by attire befitting nobility. If a crown adorned his head, I would readily assume his royal lineage. "They must be deaf, Black. Look at them; they are merely gawking at us," the "jerky prince" remarked with a smirk, addressing the leader with a handsomeness that concealed his true nature. Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.