Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

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.

Consumed by rage, Renee turned her head and shouted, “You’re filthy people! I’m a princess of Ciawales and the younger sister of the second prince! If you dare to kill me, even with the crown prince backing you, none of you will escape death!” The leader sneered coldly. “Do you still think you’re a princess of Ciawales? Soon, the kingdom will belong to Prince Justin. Your precious second brother will be nothing more than a powerless fool. Don’t worry, he’ll soon become a stepping stone for Prince Justin, just like you. Both of you will disappear from this world, so don’t bother holding out any hope for him.”

Chapter 3: Redhaired Vixen Prince Aldrich Theano Prince Aldrich stared at the redhaired vixen called Lady A. In all his years in living in Nevera, he has never encountered a woman who could speak this audacious and boldly. Yes as a prince he has encountered beautiful women, women from different places and they've been quite forward too but her words is quite different from the ones he's heard. Her proposition is so shocking.. At first he thought he didn't hear her quite clearly...

"Can you prove it?" Prince Thomas looked at me expressionlessly. "Vivian didn't lose anything," I answered clearly, word by word. Looking at how calm I was made Vivian flustered. She pointed at me and roared, "You are lying! You stole my necklace! Everyone saw it. You're a thief!" "Be quiet!" Prince Thomas ordered, glancing at her in disgust. "Mr or, I...I..." Vivian's face turned deathly pale. It was not until then that she realized how uncouth she had behaved in front of the prince.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

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

he repeated. "Yes, my prince." He studied them both for a long, puzzled moment. "You look nothing alike." Vivienne remained silent. Adrian immediately realized how foolish the statement sounded. Still, the thought lingered. He seemed to want to say more but thought better of it, settling instead into a contemplative silence, his gaze drifting back to Cecilia with a helplessness he had not yet learned to disguise. Cecilia possessed warm brown skin, lively eyes, and a beauty that seemed impossible to ignore. Vivienne was pale. Unnaturally pale. Her silver eyes and ghostly appearance made her seem almost otherworldly. The difference between them was striking.