Vivi Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

Her father was thirsty for royalty, and he kept on saying that if she became her Majesty, he would get to gain the royal image as well. The palace guard smirked at her, and she scoffed at them, feeling like grabbing their necks and ruining their faces with her claws, but she needed to control her anger. Camila never entertained people who looked down on her workers or dared to hurt them. Her father may end up losing his pack for her mistake. "Mil," Ash called, a sudden wave of fear washing over him. He touched the white necklace with a red substance present in it to feel Camila's heartbeat, but it was weak.

It was like the prince in mom's stories that she likes to read to me when she puts me in bed. Those shiny blue eyes that seems to draw me in, tranquil like the ocean, and those navy blue hair that looked so soft to touch. I admired his beauty, but at the same time, I could feel the burning pain spreading in my head, and even though I think I saw my soulmate, my lips trembled. I started to cry, holding my head that was throbbing so badly from the apple that he threw on me. “Hey will you shut up! It doesn't even hurt that much,” The boy jumped down from the tree.

“I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.” “Then what do you want? Need a tissue for your tears?” She asks mockingly. “I came to tell you that you failed. My mate is alive and well, but your best warriors? All dead. Dead at the hands of the woman you call a child and say is so unworthy of being my mate and the future queen.” “You lie.” She snarls. “If there’s one thing I never do, Lorelai, it’s lie. You know that. My mate is alive and well, and already headed back to Araphyra, where you know you can’t touch her.”

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

The both can’t seem to stop staring at each other, whoever they were in the sane closed room, and despite the fact that there’s a huge chance that the vampire king, Lord Ambrose, might have noticed her swift diversion of her feelings towards him, moved over to his son, Vlad. Ricca wasn’t scared of the fact that she was walking in treacherous steps, maybe it had to do with the fact that the vampire lord hasn’t treated her to the point that she’s nearly on the brink of death, for her to recognize that she belongs to a jealous, possessive and crazy man who was old enough to be her great-great grandfather.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

I lean against the threshold of my front door as I watch Auden kneel in front of Vivi, who glares at him, and Niall, who looks at this gigantic Alpha with wide and worried eyes. Niall tucks himself behind Vivi a little, hiding behind her courage. “Are you really a prince,” Vivi asks, narrowing her eyes at Auden and looking him up and down, her little blue dragon sleeping across her shoulder. “Don’t I look like a prince?” Auden asks, cocking his head to look at his daughter curiously.

He was choking the life out of her. “YOU DARE HURT HER!” exclaimed Crown Prince. Princess Kay was gasping for air. “Ahh,” screamed Reel. “Shut up!” shouted Crown Prince to Reel. Reel muffled her mouth from screaming. She didn’t want to die and had to keep quiet or he will also kill her. Princess Kay’s eyes started to roll to the back of her head. “Please, she will die,” cried Reel. Crown Prince dropped Princess Kay down onto the floor where was coughing and choking for air.