Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Julia crumpled to the ground like a rag doll, clutching her throat and coughing violently, her eyes wide with terror. "Good girl. You've finally come to your senses," Prince Archon said, patting my shoulder with pride. "Your father, the great Prince Valerius, is currently in his slumber. Before he slept, his greatest wish was for you to stop being so willful and return to manage the Valerius clan's affairs." He paused, his commanding gaze sweeping over the trembling members of Clan Nightwood. "It seems Valerius will soon have a new Princess." At those words, Joseph went completely limp, his eyes vacant as if his soul had been ripped from his body.

He was a striking man—broad-shouldered, muscular, and his weapon was hard and pulsing with life. "Who... who are you?" "I am Prince Philip of Venetia. Your fiancé." Snow White’s eyes were glassy; the poison still clouded her mind, leaving her lying as still as a doll. The Prince sneered, pressing his tongue against her clit and nipping her lips. Her nectar poured out instantly. Snow White moaned, her body twisting in pleasure, her shoulders jumping as his hot fingers teased her beautiful nipples while simultaneously pumping her full of his fingers.

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

she expressed a little nervously. "What is it, is there something else I should know?" I asked, not understanding what that could be. "Leonard covered for Lynnet, as Lynda and she were the daughters of Margareth Skarosky, the princes' eldest sister, the heir to the throne, who abdicated for love. Leonard is the fifth son of Prince Stefan, and was fourth in the line of succession until the twins appeared, and since they were the daughters of the heir princess, they succeeded her in the same order. These are the reasons why they framed you and made you bear the guilt, while you were innocent".

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Dorian tried to snatch his hand away from the Prince but let out a yelp when he twisted it even further. "Oh, that's enough you two. Stop acting like a bunch of children fighting over a toy." Princess Victoria commented. "Here Frost. come sit with the ladies and leave the men to measure their manhoods." Prince Victor and Dorian both glares at the Princess but she didn't even blink at them. Accepting her invite, I sat next to Cilvia and watched as Dorian Great snatched his hand away from Prince Victor. If some one who didn't know the royal family was to see the way the two were staring at each other, they wouldn't have guessed that they were actual cousins born and raised with in the same hou

ADRAIN The woman in front of me blinked her eyes as she took me in. I could see the recognition in her eyes. She knows that I am the crown prince. Adrian Rossi. Her eyes went wide as she took me in. "You...you are the crown prince!" She said to me. I rolled my eyes. Of course. She was probably one of those women who wanted to use my daughter to get closer to me. How did she even find Isabella? I had been looking for my daughter since the previous night. As I was the crown prince, I could not help but think that someone had taken her to get back at me.

Is there something funny with the situation? "Princess? It's just a lady wearing a gown," Noah murmured and it made me clear my throat. He did not just say that. "Excuse me?" I raised a brow. This man is rather rude than gorgeous. I take it back. "She is Princess Ruthyelia Nobingale of Rinovea," Saint calmly remarked and Noah stared at him. "Are you guys serious?" He asked and backed away a little. He looked at me and Saint with confused eyes.

Grace explained and I nodded, the whole ballroom froze and stopped any sound they were making when King Ned let out a growl that had the vampire king take a step back, especially when he found his grandson in his face against him, along side the werewolves. “King Alexander, King Ned, this is a ball, let this evening pass without a fight” a king who stood by Celine’s side said walking forward, he, Princess Celine, and a woman who seemed to be a queen walked toward the angry kings and princes. “That is King Louis, Celine’s father, King of the Witch kingdom” Grace said looking at me, my heart clenched at the sound of that, especially when I saw Nathan bow at the king and Celine walk toward his

I swallowed hard, turning my head away to avoid his dark gaze. "Look at me," Draven commanded, voice cold. His hand shifted from my neck, his thumb and index finger catching my chin in a hard grip and forcing my face to turn towards him in a firm position. "Don't turn away from me when I'm talking to you," he growled softly, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute authority. "You don't get to play pure and innocent with me, Vivienne. Not after five years of running. Not after what happened that night in the club. Not after begging on your knees for my money. You are mine now, and you can't pretend you're too good for my bed."