Vivi Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

He leaned closer to the beta and in a provocative tenor, he whispered, "Why does it sound like you're disappointed in not seeing this gentleman's glorious body?" Venom smirked back and retorted, "I've seen many, your highness and yours is no different." He then straightened his back and grunted, "Now, take your fucking garbs off. We're going to run." "I can't," the prince instantly differed in a heavy tone. Venom's patience finally snapped. He glared at him but before he could open his mouth to yell at Prince Killian, the royal prince went on. Staring straight at Venom, he declared, "I have no wolf."

In the midst of the crowd, I couldn't contain my joy at the unique connection between him and me. "What?! How can there be two princes?" "What's going on?!" "Prince Kral! Who is the true prince?" The elders whispered and discussed among themselves. There was no need to distinguish, as Kral's temperament stood out more than Vivian's disguise. After Kral's appearance, everyone's gaze immediately shifted to Vivian, who was disguised as Kral. The sky was already getting brighter, and the magic was about to reach its expiration time. Vivian stamped her foot, drank a bottle of blue potion, and with her hands on her hips, she transformed under their piercing gazes.

Sybil said with syrupy sweetness. The prince rose to his feet upon the introduction and bowed low. My body jolted so vehemently at the onslaught of powerful energy he emitted I couldn’t adequately appreciate his remarkable good looks. He was the epitome of handsome with his strong square chin, prominent cheekbones, and dark deep-set violet eyes that seemed to penetrate the surface of who you were and bore right into the depths of your being. Unfortunately, his good looks were overshadowed by an air of cruelty that surrounded him. I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom.

He squinted his eyes and asked, "What did you do to her? You dare touch my wife?!" "My hands will be filthy if I touch your wife. I'll put that criminal to where she should be," the crown prince replied, shaking his hands as if he were shoving a speck of dirt in his hands. "Criminal?! Dare call her again, and you'll see what will happen." "Oww~ scary," the crown prince laughed. "I have evidence you lured Lady Elvira to kidnap my wife. And you killed Duke Fedelin as well," Viishaun replied.

And there, standing in front of them was the cruel prince in all his dark glory. "Maximus…." He called her name, looking a bit pissed, "I didn't summon you." "I know that, master. But the shy Fae you gifted me is beginning to get quite impatient. Moreover, he's accomplished the task you gave him already." She said to the cruel prince without an ounce of fear unlike him who shivered when Aldric's gaze collided with his, finally noticing him. "You are still alive?" Adric said, rendering him speechless. What's with these people wishing him dead? He almost thought the prince liked him, having taken him in as his soldier.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

I said with tears in my eyes. The Prince picked up a dagger from his work desk. Then, he pointed the dagger at my face, right in my nose, between my eyes. "Close your eyes." The Prince said. I closed my eyes, preparing to feel the pain, when a dagger stabbed my head. But, Suddenly, I heard the sound of the dagger falling to the floor. "Open your eyes." The Prince said. I opened my eyes. "Why didn't you kill me?" I asked. "Your bravery has to be applauded. I didn't expect you to be so brave to face death."

She's enjoying eating the chicken adobo that I cooked. The Prince sat across from Ysabelle. "Ysabelle, why are you consuming the adobo cooked by Zariya? Stop eating that! You should offer me that." He looks like a toddler kidnapped by Prince Dern's complaining lollipop. "I'm sorry but I won't let you eat because I'm hungry!" I was surprised by Ysabelle's answer and gesture. Was what I heard right? She didn't pay any respect to the Prince. "Why are you already answering?" Prince Dern took a piece of apple from the table and no doubt threw it at Ysabelle. Fortunately, Ysabelle caught it right before it hit her in the face. "Learn to respect a handsome Prince like me even if you're still a frie

I was a human sacrifice, yet an ancient blood pact bound me to Lucian Voss, the most feared vampire prince of the Night Realm. Any pain inflicted upon me would befall him tenfold. When consecrated silver cut my palm, the flesh burned from his hand. When a vampire lord forced poison down my throat, Lucian woke screaming, tore him apart, and burned his estate to the ground. After that, no vampire dared touch me. Until Lucian entered his once-a-century blood sleep. Duchess Seraphina, the pureblood vampire who had desired Lucian for five hundred years, broke into my chamber and pressed a red-hot silver brand against my chest. “A lowborn human sacrifice will never be worthy of our prince.” I wat